A man opened his window and stared up Primrose Hill. Out there enjoying themselves I've seen them from this sill. Green splashed with white and red going brown. Children baiting animals running up and down. I stare out of this window. See the world go past. Slipping from the newspapers stacked against the wall. Piles of colour supplements squeeze between his fall. For a fleeting second I was up that hill. Although I've never been there I wish I was there still. I stare out of this window. See the world go past. I've read and looked at everything. I know it off by heart. Deliveries every day newspapers and food. Never had to venture out the phone has been removed. Open up the window and stare up Primrose Hill. Sitting here it's dark outside and everything is still. I stare out of this window. See the world go past. I've read and looked at everything. I know it off by heart.