Westbourne Grove

Foxes on the street Smoke my last cigarette Listen to a romantic beat Can't help but imagine What will be If I don't really wanna stay But I don't really wanna go Then what am I waiting for I'm not from here I came looking for something Night time on Westbourne Grove Set the scene This place is full of dreams This place is full of dreams This place is full of dreams This place is full of dreams Full of dreams Young waitress on the big screen But this movie feels real to me Dressed in pale blue Carry breakfast tea, hear people talk of deals and money Twirl round tables Of buzzing minds Wine bottles, wild stories, white lines that they hide Serve entrees and cocktails in warm dimming light Velvet chairs the stage is mine Glances shared amongst Passioned affairs If walls could sing Secrets would start a fire Famous of all in this magic house the hungry mouse This place is full of dreams This place is full of dreams This place is full of dreams This place is full of dreams Full of dreams