Bubbling Up

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? So what's the point in romanticizing everything? Bubbling up and not buckling under I walked for miles and it still feels real 1972 Rocketman on the moon And all I can hear you say Is what's the point in romanticizing everything? But when I get home here I can feel London, North Europe here You say What's the point in romanticizing everything? 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 I'm bubbling up and not buckling under Bubbling up and not buckling under Bubbling up and not buckling under Bubbling up and not buckling under