Notting Hill
Though I was ten days in isolation
I won't hesitate to paint the scene
Up at Notting Hill, the gate was open
Down by Holland Park, the lights were green
At Edgware Road, I was going to meet another
World lines and relativity
Predictably, I bend to thee and call it special
A word you wear quite voluntarily
Like the leaves that brush the buses in the summer
Branches on my birth year, 94,
Up at Notting Hill, I promised nothing
Down by Holland Park, I promised more
Meet me in the evenings and the mornings
The corners and the turnings of my life
Days before the hailstones came raining
All is blowing over, you replied
On the landing, we were filled with the sweetest chrism
Hedonism could provide
Clandestiny to be, I asked of thee your digits
Didn't ask a second time
Left with all I had and my dad's warning
Left the city for the countryside
Still, I built a road, no Roman crow-line
Bending like a bowline, arrows travel wide
Astral, whether logical or gnomic
Earthly, whether fortunate or flawed
Up at Notting Hill, you might have known it
Down by Holland Park, you knew for sure
Down by Holland Park, you knew for sure
I won't hesitate to paint the scene
Up at Notting Hill, the gate was open
Down by Holland Park, the lights were green
At Edgware Road, I was going to meet another
World lines and relativity
Predictably, I bend to thee and call it special
A word you wear quite voluntarily
Like the leaves that brush the buses in the summer
Branches on my birth year, 94,
Up at Notting Hill, I promised nothing
Down by Holland Park, I promised more
Meet me in the evenings and the mornings
The corners and the turnings of my life
Days before the hailstones came raining
All is blowing over, you replied
On the landing, we were filled with the sweetest chrism
Hedonism could provide
Clandestiny to be, I asked of thee your digits
Didn't ask a second time
Left with all I had and my dad's warning
Left the city for the countryside
Still, I built a road, no Roman crow-line
Bending like a bowline, arrows travel wide
Astral, whether logical or gnomic
Earthly, whether fortunate or flawed
Up at Notting Hill, you might have known it
Down by Holland Park, you knew for sure
Down by Holland Park, you knew for sure
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Writer(s): Eli Carvajal
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