Kubla Khan

Chiswick's Kubla Khan, son of the prodigal I built this land from town to town An empty bed with a distant sense That one month later there was nothing left 24-7 heritage bunny Low-brow lover of all things shallow We giggled, we wept, we never slept And all the nice things that you could have said I'm Chiswick's Kubla Khan I'm Kubla Khan Son of the Prodigal Chiswick's Kubla Khan Eat your food in my bath They'll criticise why it doesn't float Saw you on an escalator going the wrong way Swallowed my pride, waved and waved Try not to speculate, try not to say But one month later, you're still the same There's no more pretending, there's no more sheets Why didn't you text me? Why did you leave? I'm Chiswick's Kubla Khan I'm Kubla Khan Son of the Prodigal Chiswick's Kubla Khan One month later, one month later You leave a nice DM One month later, one month later Ready for the neon lights One month later, one month later You leave a nice DM One month later, one month later Ready for the neon lights I'm Chiswick's Kubla Khan I'm Kubla Khan Chiswick's Kubla Khan Son of the Prodigal Chiswick's Kubla Khan Chiswick's Kubla Khan