| August in hammersmith | 
| You don’t know who you’re with | 
| You’re waiting for the sun, my love | 
| The season of sharp dust | 
| Has gone as go it must | 
| The season of monsoon | 
| Will be upon us soon, my love | 
| Both men were bombardiers | 
| Pale sirens tongued their ears | 
| You were the smoking gun | 
| Concealed by everyone, my love | 
| But until the seas roll back, i’ll be there | 
| I’ll be there | 
| And now the rain it flails | 
| Red tiles and fuller’s ales | 
| The caterpillars hang | 
| From where the doorbell rang, my love | 
| Down fulham palace road | 
| The fleshy buds explode | 
| And if you fall to deep | 
| You’ll find me in your sleep, my love | 
| But until the seas roll back, i’ll be there | 
| I’ll be there | 
| Yes, until the seas roll back, i’ll be there | 
| The sea is in your blood | 
| And if the street should flood | 
| Engorged by silver rains | 
| The scent of you remains, my love | 
| And in the top floor flat | 
| He comes, he strokes your cat | 
| You left the window wide | 
| A flat leaf wafts inside, my love | 
| But until the seas roll back, i’ll be there | 
| I’ll be there | 
| Yes, until the seas roll back, i’ll be there | 
| August in hammersmith | 
| You don’t know who you’re with | 
| You’re waiting for the sun | 
| You wait like everyone, my love | 
| My love | 
| My love | 
| (la la la la la la la W6) | 
| (la la la la la la la W6) | 
| (la la la la la la la W6) | 
| (la la la la la la la W6) | 
| (la la la la la la la W6) |