Primrose Hill

[Verse 1]
It's always the same old song and dance
With the poor, little, rich kids
And their poor, little, idle hands
Pull apart your chest and bleed you dry
Just to see what it looks like
When somebody else cries
But I want it anyway

[Chorus]
All the houses up on Primrose Hill
I'd walk by from time to time
Sound like blue and lonesome whip-poor-wills
In the echoes of my mind
In the echoes of my mind

[Verse 2]
Was that just your existential crisis?
In the anorexic days, lovin' you blindly
Sleep all day, go out every night
As if the city of London couldn't get by without us
And your fair-weather friends
Couldn't find someone else to get loaded up with
But I want it anyway

[Chorus]
All the houses up on Primrose Hill
I walked by from time to time
Sound like blue and lonesome whip-poor-wills
In the echoes of my mind
In the echoes of my mind

[Outro]
It's always the same old song and dance
With the poor, little, rich kids
And their poor, little eyes