Brick England

Evening, when the Sun begins to sink
Behind the smoke, there’s a burning red glow all around
Watching as the colour starts to fade
And the darkness seems to rise out of the ground
Walls rise and fall and now they’re building tall
In the city, Brick England
They build them up and then they knock 'em down
To put up another Brick England
Evening creeps beyond the terrace walls
Up the church steeples and the chimney-pots so high
Watching, the Moon is lost behind black clouds
And the darkness seems to crawl up to the sky
Walls rise and fall and now they’re building tall
In the city, Brick England
They build them up and then they knock 'em down
To put up another Brick England
Brick England
They build them up and then they knock 'em down
To put up another Brick England
Brick Lane in the rain
Road closed, diversion
A snake of tourists meandering
Under grey clouds in Brick England