Peckham Rye Songtext
von Buriers

And I feel lost on Peckham Rye lane
Lane, lane, lane
As I hear the London Bridge train
Trailing off
Trailing off

Let the dusk, be as smoke
And float around us dark and thick
And the dawn be as flame
A flame to warn us of the ways


The days just burn
Turn to smoke
Turn to dusk and float around us

Better lost than to be found
Drowning in their arms
Babbling about how life is beautiful
Broken or surely both

About how life, our young life is beautiful
Broken or both
About how life, our young life is beautiful
Broken or surely both

And I feel lost on Peckham Rye lane