Tom Cunliffe
Songwriter





Lyrics 




Primrose Hill

Template for Love 


What will change

What might I find 

When I climb Primrose Hill?

On soft slopes and sweet incline

Will my paths and plans align?



And young kids drink summer wine

On rugs that saw the night’s decline

They laugh and smile and I lament  

I’ll never know their little jokes







And my love grows

It comes on slow  

Like a good pill

Like a steady tide

On the side of Primrose Hill



They don’t care

They pay no mind

To tired men in Monday’s ties

Short skirts, come down eyes

They never wore your God’s disguise  



And lipstick guys with tattooed thighs

Don’t want the world you don’t want to die

Here for the ride, fuck the time

‘Generation me’, just let us be



And my love grows

It comes on slow  

Like a good pill

Like a steady tide

On the side of Primrose Hill