Wake up straight, caught out by the sun, on the first day of April.
Out of bed, thought it was a plane crash, but I'm sure that I was dreaming.
TV on, of course, caffeine, a science of submission again.
Another day on this little Island, just a bell hangs on.
Porridge done, I take my kid to school, passed the pound shop, Woolworth's.
Under bridge where the subway sees the daytime and the west way flies by.
Then on my bike down the Ladbroke Grove to the forthcoming dramas.
The studio and a love of all sweet music we just cant let go, let go, let go...
Taken from AlbumSongAndLyrics.comSo meditate on what we've all become on a cold day in springtime.
Civil War is what we all were born into, raise Your left hand,right, sing
Dont capitulate to the forces of the market place, they're long departed.
Consolidate the love we have together on a cold day in springtime.