Salad – Namedrops

You don't even know your name

You get on a bicycle

And bend the frame

Samson in a cage

Gave him some wine and Danish

Man, was he depraved

Raindrops, teardrops

Give me some real food

Like out on the balcony

Hamish in a den

Now that I'm seventeen

He must be ten

You don't seem to love me any more

I gave you my word of honour

You sprinkled your path with gravel

Angels fell from the sky

You don't even know your name

You get on a bicycle

I get on a plane

Namedrops on a hill

Perhaps in a distant valley

They'll be still

You don't seem to love me any more

I gave you my word of honour

You sprinkled your path with gravel

Angels fell from the sky

You don't seem to love me any more

I gave you my word of honour

You sprinkled your path with gravel

Angels fell from the sky

Namedrops on a hill

Perhaps in a distant valley

They'll be still