And I feel lost on Peckham Rye lane
Lane, lane, lane
As I hear the London Bridge train
Trailing off
Trailing off
Let the dusk, be as smoke
And float around us dark and thick
And the dawn be as flame
A flame to warn us of the ways
The days just burn
Turn to smoke
Turn to dusk and float around us
Better lost than to be found
Drowning in their arms
Babbling about how life is beautiful
Broken or surely both
About how life, our young life is beautiful
Broken or both
About how life, our young life is beautiful
Broken or surely both
And I feel lost on Peckham Rye lane

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