Songtext von Primrose Hill

It's always the same old song and dance With the poor little rich kids And their poor little idle hands That pull apart your chest and bleed you dry Just to see what it looks like When somebody else cries But I want it anyway 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 Was I just your existential crisis? In the anorexic days Of loving you blindly We'd sleep all day and 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 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 It's always the same old song and dance With the poor little rich kids And their poor little idle hands