Bermondsey Street Lyrics - Lupercalia - Patrick Wolf

She kisses him on Bermondsey Street 

And rises high on the balls of her feet 

Declares this the greatest love 

Of the century 

He fumbles for a wedding ring 

She's no, no clone from Vogue magazine 

She is complex in all her complexions 

Love is here to heal 

And I'm so proud of you but now you must too 

Take pride with what this love you do 

He kisses him on Bermondsey Street 

And standing brave on the balls of his feet 

Declares this the greatest love 

Of the century 

He fumbles for a wedding ring 

He's no, no clone from Colt magazines 

He is complex in all his complexions 

Love is here to heal 

And I'm so proud of you, now you must too 

Take pride with what this love you do 

Now you know, love knows no boundaries 

Sees beyond sexuality 

And holds the sun in the palm of its hand 

And laughs down on the cynical man 

Hear what I say, hear what I see 

When two kisses sweet on Bermondsey Street 

Regardless of religion, braver than any faith 

No fear of society evolves you and me 

Love, whoa 

And two kisses sweet on Bermondsey Street now 

Two kisses sweet 

Two kisses sweet on Bermondsey Street now 

And two kisses sweet on Bermondsey Street now 

Two kisses sweet on Bermondsey Street