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?