Mist in the morning Magical warning Cameras like dewdrops Mystical psy-ops Nobody looks at me I'm on the run High visibility Under the gun Spies and thieves And detectives follow me Lies and leaves Choke the air below me And the city Fades into the haze Lightning clouds for Primrose days I can't stop them You won't help me I don't know if I am guilty Stand forlorn One last look Rain comes on Close my book Spells, incantations Dark dedications Sunflower elation White police station Gardens are quickening Animals stir Flowers are sickening Uniforms blur Spies and thieves And detectives follow me Lies and leaves Choke the air below me And the city Fades into the haze Lightning clouds for Primrose days I can't stop them You won't help me I don't know if I am guilty Stand forlorn One last look Rain comes on Close my book
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Primrose Days
Paranoia on Primrose Hill. The flowers are spying on you. The trees are listening. Spooks everywhere. On the horizon, the city lies in wait. They're used to people like you around here and they humour your fears. But they won't miss you if you're taken.
This is track 17 on the Hawley Road album.
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