Should I wonder who you are Perception left this door ajar The night alarms you Life becalms you Sometimes The street befriends you Fear upends you Thought crimes Battered down but not resigned Kentish Town was a state of mind Reality is something somebody said History is hiding under your bed Scruffy little maisonette I hope you haven't forgotten me yet War engaged you Love enraged you Back then New devices Same old vices Once again Rotten floorboards And window frames Unholy people playing games Peeling wallpaper left behind Kentish Town, you lost your mind Reality is something inside your head History is hiding under your bed Pretty flowers Tombstone towers Sat for hours Pleased to know now why you came And Kentish Town is not to blame Long dead loves and Hands in gloves and Cold now Frosty window Don't you feel so Old now Pretty flowers Sat for hours Kentish town, you broke my heart We never should have grown apart Chilly stairs and broken lights Silly charming lovers' fights Reality is freaking out in my head History is dying under my bed
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A nightmare journey back into the psychedelic past. Has anything changed? Did you leave anything behind? What does this spectral visitor say? Kentish Town is not to blame. From the KENTISH TOWN album.