Arcadia

All the ships are sailing far into the horizon of a deep blue sea

I'm away from all the cigarettes and sex on an empty screen

The joy of football of football and ephemera really lights my soul

The crags and knicks of city life makes me feel getting old

I'm not living in Arcadia

I pound the streets as an East Londoner

Oooh ah-ah-ah

I'm feeling intense as I'm watching West Ham and Bowen's on fire

But I get the blues sometimes I worry my soul is on fire

And the poison I'm imbibing is exhibiting itself as desire