It's raining in Kensington
And I'm waiting for the light to change
For some edgeless knife to overtake
It's raining in Kensington
And the trouble usually comes with rain
But that self-indulgent, breathless, nothing
Isn't even on my mind today
Down and down I go, miles past the border
Where the ladder meets the rock
Up and up I go, nothing seems familiar
Nothing ever seems to stop
It's raining in Kensington
And I'm waiting by the waterway
With a careful sense of something great
And it's raining all day
It doesn't make a difference to me anyway
Am I finally in the right place?
Down and down I go, miles past the border
Where the ladder meets the rock
Up and up I go, nothing seems familiar
Nothing ever seems to stop