in between Hammersmith
and Putney Bridge
i find little to employ
seagulls on grey waters
with no indicators
i have never been a trusting boy
oh no (i'll save you, i'll starve you of sorrow)
don't tell me it is rock and roll
if you're going to darker places
if you're warming to stark disgraces
i will rush to pay your half of the toll
i will rush home
beneath the water lay the stones
where little women eat my bones
and hold no relevance to what i create
but it's my priority
so i compose life selfishly
you're sticking around but we can't wait
and poor Putney Bridge won't take our weight
oh no (i'll save you, i'll starve you of sorrow)
don't tell me it is rock and roll
if you're going to darker places
if you're warming to stark disgraces
i will rush to pay your half of the toll
i will rush home
if you're going to darker places
if you're warming to stark disgraces
i will rush to pay your half of the toll
do not tell me it is rock and roll
i will rush home