August In Hammersmith - Robyn Hitchcock

August in hammersmith

You don’t know who you’re with

You’re waiting for the sun, my love

The season of sharp dust

Has gone as go it must

The season of monsoon

Will be upon us soon, my love

Both men were bombardiers

Pale sirens tongued their ears

You were the smoking gun

Concealed by everyone, my love

But until the seas roll back, i’ll be there

I’ll be there

And now the rain it flails

Red tiles and fuller’s ales

The caterpillars hang

From where the doorbell rang, my love

Down fulham palace road

The fleshy buds explode

And if you fall to deep

You’ll find me in your sleep, my love

But until the seas roll back, i’ll be there

I’ll be there

Yes, until the seas roll back, i’ll be there

The sea is in your blood

And if the street should flood

Engorged by silver rains

The scent of you remains, my love

And in the top floor flat

He comes, he strokes your cat

You left the window wide

A flat leaf wafts inside, my love

But until the seas roll back, i’ll be there

I’ll be there

Yes, until the seas roll back, i’ll be there

August in hammersmith

You don’t know who you’re with

You’re waiting for the sun

You wait like everyone, my love

My love

My love

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