Expressway - Swervedriver

Like summer’s death throes London’s arms around me

The world ends in West End sirens screaming unseen

The river frozen and the lions asleep

Up on the Westway watching people as sheep

It’s a long way away from it all

In my corner I sometimes feel nothing at all

It’s the best way when the snow starts to fall

Confetti falling down the drains of your dreams

Life in the fast lane never quite what it seems

You’re full-on baby with your full-on beams

On an expressway through the heart of it all

In my corner I can walk cannot crawl

It’s the best way when the snow starts to fall

Like summer’s death throes London armed surrounds me

I’m up EC1 rusted fountains drown me

This frozen river and these lions that breathe

On an expressway

Is this the best way

Like summer’s death throes London’s arms around me

I’m up the West End shooting what I can see

The river frozen and the lions asleep