Текст песни
If you go down
The cul-de-sac
All the way to the end
Follow the bend
Past the witch hazel
Cross the turning circle
Through the lych gate
Under the archway
To number 11
The door is on the latch
If you go inside
You'll see the glow of my cigarette
In the darkened room
Underneath the window
I'm lying on my back
On the worn down carpet
Watching the starlings cross a bruising London sky
The sound of a television
From somewhere above
Muffled laughter
Canned laughter
A situation comedy
And I've a growing fondness
For my unseen neighbours
And sometimes I lie here
In a darkened room
Below the window
On the worn down carpet
Lying on my back
The glow of my cigarette
Watching the starlings cross a bruising London sky
Sometimes I hear soft music
Coming through the pipes
There's something about this place
There's magic in this house