Wilmslow Storm Warning Songtext
von Cucamaras

Wilmslow, you are feeling low
Where the hours die but the money grows
The weather is reciprocal
To the choking fear in your throat
The gloom don′t stop the LEDs
In the corner of your eye you see
The yearning love of mercantilism
As it breathes through your primordial spirit
The ones who lust, the ones that lust
Find their way into your palms

Oh, Wilmslow storm warning


Wilmslow, you are feeling low
As the sky reaps what the ocean sows
The wagon's churning up past fall
But thank goodness you made it to the show
The gloom don′t stop the curtains drawing
Can you feel the agitation thawing?
The senseless charm of the invisible hand
Find it blushed or find it bland
As I pass the chapel on a prith
I'm on the edge of the discernible kiss

Oh, Wilmslow storm warning

Wilmslow storm warning
Wilmslow storm warning
Wilmslow storm warning
Wilmslow storm warning