Lyrics
Driven home back from the city
Lead grey sky come wash us nearly
Can’t you see there’s no horizon
In this speeding place called London?
I don’t think that this makes too much sense
Dampened soul come called from slumber
Woken up; calmed like no other
As you moan you’ll hear my laughter
You grow old, I grow young faster
I don’t think that this makes too much sense
I don’t think that this makes too much-
Can’t you see I’m all used up?
I need somethin' to come and feed me, yeah
To feed me, yeah
Feed me, yeah
To feed me, yeah
Driven home back from the city
Lead grey sky come wash us nearly
Can’t you see there’s no horizon?
I don’t think that this makes too much sense
I don’t think that this makes too much-
Can’t you see I’m all used up?
I need somethin' to come and feed me, yeah
To feed me, yeah
To feed me, yeah
To feed me, yeah
Come on!
Come on!
Come on!
Come on!
Come on!
Come on!
Come on!