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








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