Primrose Hill

I saw the lights were flashing off and on again
In time to make the colours merge
The stage is long and slightly stretched and strained again
Where the blues and reds converge

I made a baby on Primrose Hill

Suddenly the corporate world's out to tempt me
The guiltless empire, the face of our age
Lost are our bonfire boys to the land of plenty
My twin crumbles and turns the next page

I trust the laws that turn this off and on again
It's true I don't know how it works
Those simple figures strung out in a come again
My trodden temptress smiles and smirks

I made a baby on Primrose Hill

Suddenly the short ride home takes a detour
The next and last act are played out on stage
Hidden in the doubts that this is what we were made for
My twin fumbles and turns the next page



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Writer(s): Simeon Ball
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