Limehouse Cut

We'd been tripping over pavements And falling over flagstones Like two drunk rats in barrel Like two drunk rats in barrel We could see the fields beyond And the bones beneath the buildings And the flowers where they grow And the flowers where they grow And we could see men on great horses And peasants at their carts Like the turning of some white page And you said "Follow me down to the sеashore Follow me and we could wash in thе waves Down the Limehouse Cut to the river Won't you follow, follow me?" And this time is not our lover Nor our jailer or consoler We'd been walking under ladders We'd been steering without rudders We'd seen buildings go up in an instant We'd seen buildings go up in an instant And off that map there are monsters Off that map there are mad men Off that map there are monsters Off that map there are mad men Follow me And we will wash in the waves, wash in the waves Down the Limehouse Cut to the river Won't you follow, follow me? Won't you follow, follow me? Won't you follow, follow me?