And if the sound of waves Becomes a lake of tears Wait and see How empty we can be
Oh your arcane lies are over now Banaler now and older still And your princeling siblings Take their pills Wear their thrills and younger than.
They spool on to the part Where he takes her to the park And they ride home in the dark On a milk float If they would not give in To the sentimental spin Of the juke box jive They grew up with
Underground I'm going underground Over you Bakerloo I'm going home on you Bakerloo
She kissed me with her eyes While she told me lies Wait and see How empty we can be Wait and see.