Wilmslow Storm Warning

Wilmslow you are feeling low Where the hours die but the money grows The weather is reciprocal To the choking feeling in your throat The gloom don't stop the LEDs In the corner of your eye you see The yearning love of mercantilism As it breaks through your primordial spirit The ones who lust, the ones that lost Find the way into your palms Wilmslow Storm Warning Wilmslow you are feeling low As the sky reaps what the oceans sows The wagon's churning up asphalt But thank goodness you made it to the show The gloom don't stop the curtains drawing Can you feel the agitation thawing? The sensеless charm of the invisible hand Find it blushеd or find it bland As I pass Chapel-En-Le-Frith I'm on the edge of the discernible kiss of Wilmslow's Storm Warning Wilmslow Storm Warning