Resent the place I'm singing from
Sit in cellar bars and melt the crushed ice with a single glance but
half a mile from my 6 walls, the Broadgate tower's getting taller by the day
and by the way since when did we expect an August free of clouds and traffic bet the
holidays will herald bus-pass oddyses, with God it seems lie views as sweet as honey to the bees you'll seize the
top of Denton Road, stare north by north-east at the placemat mind-drop mural that is palace, valleys, trees IT'S STILL THERE!