The Kilburn High Road

One, two, three, four Many is the day I took for granted Breathing the air that silenced some As the North Wind blew with its head of thunder Beating its breast with a war drenched song Bathe awhile, awash in slumber Cry what's left to sleep Where you dream of the love you left forever Pity no more nor grieve For we're the kings of it all, the day we were born Now we're the Kings of the Kilburn High Sure we'll always take a drop and we'll never leave a sup Your empty gla*s is but a tear filled eye We were the Kings of the Kilburn High Listen to the sound of dead men dying March as they flee but exiled, bound Their ship once sailed no longer anchors For gone is the green and their hallowed ground Toast to tears of times past glories This ageless clock chime stalls Were to kiss the lips of that love forgotten To fly where no others have soared For we're the kings of it all, the day we were born Now we're the Kings of the Kilburn High Sure we'll always take a drop and we'll never leave a sup Your empty gla*s is but a tear filled eye We were the Kings of the Kilburn High We were the Kings of the Kilburn High Toast to tears of times past glories This ageless clock chime stalls Were to kiss the lips of that love forgotten To fly where no others have soared For we're the kings of it all, the day we were born Now we're the Kings of the Kilburn High Sure we'll always take a drop and we'll never leave a sup Your empty gla*s is but a tear filled eye For we're the kings of it all, the day we were born Now we're the Kings of the Kilburn High Sure we'll always take a drop and we'll never leave a sup Your empty gla*s is but a tear filled eye We were the Kings of the Kilburn High We were the Kings of the Kilburn High [Incomprehensible] London's a wonderful sight