Namedrops — Salad

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