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