Lyrics

[Verse 1] With a poor little rich kid And that poor little idle hands Fall apart from his chest and bleed it dry Just to see what it looks like When somebody else cries But I wanted it anyway [Chorus] All the houses upon Primrose Hill I walked by from time to time Summer blue and lonesome [?] In the echoes of my mind In the echoes of my mind [Verse 2] Was that your existential crisis? In the anorexic days Loving blindly Sleep all day go out every night As if the city of London Could get by without us And if where [?] friends could find someone to get loaded up with But I wanted it anyway [Chorus] All the houses upon Primrose Hill I walked by from time to time Summer blue and lonesome [?] In the echoes of my mind In the echoes of my mind [Outro] Is always the same old song to dance With a poor little rich kid And they poor little eyes