August in Hammersmith
You don't know who you're with
You're waiting for the sun, my love

The season of sharp dust
Has gone as go it must
The season of monsoon
Will be upon us soon, my love

Both men were bombardiers
Pale sirens tongued their ears
You were the smoking gun
Concealed by everyone, my love

But until the seas roll back, I'll be there
I'll be there

And now the rain it flails
Red tiles and Fuller's ales
The caterpillars hang
From where the doorbell rang, my love

Down Fulham Palace road
The fleshy buds explode
And if you fall too deep
You'll find me in your sleep, my love

But until the seas roll back, I'll be there
I'll be there
Yes, until the seas roll back, I'll be there

The sea is in your blood
And if the street should flood
Engorged by silver rains
The scent of you remains, my love

And in the top floor flat
He comes, he strokes your cat
You left the window wide
A flat leaf wafts inside, my love

But until the seas roll back, I'll be there
I'll be there
Yes, until the seas roll back, I'll be there

August in Hammersmith
You don't know who you're with
You're waiting for the sun
You wait like everyone, my love
My love
My love
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