Piccadilly Circus In The Rain

Marty Willson-Piper/Dare Mason
(Interference Music)

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Lyrics (unofficial)

It's getting darker here
And the bus it never comes
And when it does there's always two
And in the park nearby
A mother scolds her son
The child cries but love is true

Autumn tints the leaves
Your collar hides your neck
A swelling cloud stuck in the sky
There's no creative work
Amongst the swarming bees
As you struggle to survive

Piccadilly Circus in the rain
Ealing Common, Acton Lane
Ten million mortals in a squeeze
London brings you to your knees

Up with the lark they say
The traffic's getting thick
But petrol drove the birds away
The fumes inside your lungs
It's enough to make you sick
Your landlord takes all of your pay

Piccadilly Circus in the rain
Ladbroke Grove to Chancery Lane
Weary faces, blank and cold
Getting tired, getting old

Piccadilly Circus in the rain
Ealing Common, Acton Lane
Ten million mortals in a squeeze
London brings you to your knees