The Ballad of Ballard Hall Mews by The Azenas Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Living in an echo chamber, only hearing everybody’s thoughts
About worn-out dancing shoes that hang
Upon the wall by the brass shining, mining lamp
And framed collars of royal blue
Over the hedge, up the back passageway
Go sinking the sails of fish wife tales
That bubble and boil in a free-for-all stew
[Pre-Chorus]
They come in, so I hide
The buckle breaks on fortune’s pride
As the door comes open wide
[Verse 2]
Stories heard through thin paper walls
Ricochet like English cricket balls
While you can paint your pretty face
And stand in the shade of your fashionable life
[Chorus]
Shadows upon drawn curtains
Crawl inside the wandering minds, across the road
You know you’re looking for something
It’s so nearby that it’s unreal
[Verse 3]
I suppose you could say I’ve walked these streets before
I wish you’d let me take you on the tour
Close your eyes and make senses numb
Notice the sleeping city’s hum
Whilst your alter ego’s in the hall, lives on the phone
Wearing prism glass spectacles
To read the daily news on Ballard Hall Mews
But what are you going to do
When the truth’s a chicken fillet, extra mayonnaise?
[Chorus]
Shadows upon drawn curtains
Crawl inside the scheming minds, across the road
You know you’re looking for something
It’s so nearby it is unreal
Shadows upon drawn curtains
Crawl inside the wandering minds, across the road
You know you’re looking for something
It’s so nearby that it’s unreal
Living in an echo chamber, only hearing everybody’s thoughts
About worn-out dancing shoes that hang
Upon the wall by the brass shining, mining lamp
And framed collars of royal blue
Over the hedge, up the back passageway
Go sinking the sails of fish wife tales
That bubble and boil in a free-for-all stew
[Pre-Chorus]
They come in, so I hide
The buckle breaks on fortune’s pride
As the door comes open wide
[Verse 2]
Stories heard through thin paper walls
Ricochet like English cricket balls
While you can paint your pretty face
And stand in the shade of your fashionable life
[Chorus]
Shadows upon drawn curtains
Crawl inside the wandering minds, across the road
You know you’re looking for something
It’s so nearby that it’s unreal
[Verse 3]
I suppose you could say I’ve walked these streets before
I wish you’d let me take you on the tour
Close your eyes and make senses numb
Notice the sleeping city’s hum
Whilst your alter ego’s in the hall, lives on the phone
Wearing prism glass spectacles
To read the daily news on Ballard Hall Mews
But what are you going to do
When the truth’s a chicken fillet, extra mayonnaise?
[Chorus]
Shadows upon drawn curtains
Crawl inside the scheming minds, across the road
You know you’re looking for something
It’s so nearby it is unreal
Shadows upon drawn curtains
Crawl inside the wandering minds, across the road
You know you’re looking for something
It’s so nearby that it’s unreal