Текст песни Under the Westway - Live from 13 - Matt Butcher Mix - Blur

There were great skies in my city today
Everything was sinking, said snow would come on Sunday
The old school was due as the traffic grew
Upon the Westway

Where I sat watching comets' lonesome trails
Shining up above me, the jet fuel it fell
Down to Earth, where the money always comes first
And the sirens sing

Bring us the day they switch off the machines (switch off the machines)
'Cause men in yellow jackets putting adverts inside my dreams
An automated song and the whole world gone
Fallen under the spell of changing ways we communicate
Still picking up shortwave, somewhere they're out in space
It depends how you're wired when the night's on fire
Under the Westway

Now it's magic arrows hitting the bull
Doing one eighty, still standing at last call
When the flags coming down and the Last Post sounds
Just like a love song
For the way I feel about you
Paradise's not lost, it's in you

On a permanent basis, I apologize
But I am gonna sing

Hallelujah
Sing it out loud and sing it to you
Am I lost out at sea
'Til a tide wash me up off the Westway