Bubbling up and not buckling under I walked for miles tonight in the rain All the way home from Camden Town
But when I got home to Tottenham I could spin carousels in the park In the dark and I can hear you say What's the point in romanticizing everything? Say, what's the point in romanticizing everything?
Bubbling up and not buckling under I walked for miles, until it still feels real 1972 Rocket man on the moon and all I can hear you say Is what's the point in romanticizing everything? So when I get home here, I can feel London, North Europe here
So I'm gonna do whatever I do Don't show me the way home yet I don't wanna go, I'm happy here Don't show me the way home yet
Bubbling up and not buckling under Bubbling up and not buckling under Bubbling up and not buckling under Bubbling up and not buckling under