歌手:Damon Albarn
专辑:《The Nearer The Fountain, More Pure The Stream Flows (Deluxe)》

Next dedicated song to uh, my very dear friend Crick, it’s his birthday, it would be...if you were still here, sweet Crick

There were blue skies in my city today

Ev'rything was sinking
Said snow would come on Sunday

The old school was due and the traffic grew
Upon the Westway
Where I stood watching comets lonesome trails

Shining up above me the jet fuel it fell

Down to earth where the money always comes first
And the sirens sing

Bring us the day they switch off the machines

'Cause men in yellow jackets putting adverts inside my dreams
An automated song and the whole world gone

Fallen under the spell of the distance between us when we communicate

Still picking up shortwave
Somewhere they're out in space
It depends how you're wired when the night's on fire
Under the Westway

Now it's magic arrows hitting the bull

Doing one eighty still standing at last call
When the flags coming down

And the Last Post sounds

Just like a love song

For the way I feel about you

Paradise not lost it's in you

On a permanent basis I apologize

But I am going to sing

Hallelujah

Sing it out loud and sing it to you

Am I lost out at sea

'Til a tide wash me up off the Westway