Wilmslow Storm Warning Video (MV)

Wilmslow you are feeling low,
Where the hours die but the money grows,
The weather is reciprocal,
To the choking feeling in your throat,
The gloom don't stop the LEDs,
In the corner of your eye you see,
The yearning love of mercantilism,
As it breaks through your primordial spirit,
The ones who lust, the ones that lost,
Find the way into your palms,
Wilmslow Storm Warning
Wilmslow you are feeling low,
As the sky reaps what the oceans sows,
The wagon's churning up asphalt,
But thank goodness you made it to the show,
The gloom don't stop the curtains drawing,
Can you feel the agitation thawing?
The senseless charm of the invisible hand,
Find it blushed or find it bland,
As I pass Chapel-En-Le-Frith,
I'm on the edge of the discernible kiss of,
Wilmslow's Storm Warning
Wilmslow Storm Warning