Limehouse Cut

Limehouse Cut Lyrics

We’d been tripping over pavements
And falling over flagstones
Like two drunk rats in barrel
Like two drunk rats in barrel

We could see the fields beyond
And the bones beneath the buildings
And the flowers where they grow
And the flowers where they grow

And we could see men on great horses
And peasants at their carts
Like the turning of some white page
And you said
“Follow me
Down to the sеashore
Follow me and we could wash in thе waves
Down the Limehouse Cut to the river
Won’t you follow, follow me?”

And this time is not our lover
Nor our gaoler or consoler
We’d been walking under ladders
We’d been steering without rudders
We’d seen buildings go up in an instant
We’d seen buildings go up in an instant

And off that map there are monsters
Off that map there are mad men
Off that map there are monsters
Off that map there are mad men
Follow me
And we will wash in the waves, wash in the waves
Down the Limehouse Cut to the river
Won’t you follow, follow me?

Won’t you follow, follow me?
Won’t you follow, follow me?