London
Now as he sits in the back of the grey caravanTomorrow he’ll probably be jumping parisian metro barriersWith a bottle in his handsSparkling, sparkling water mixed with peaches and rumHonestly I don’t drink but if I did this would be my favourite punch, he saidWalk out the door with herHe could see everyone dressed in blackA class that seem too far, too fetchedShe said look at you, look at you, the game is overYour cup is full, your cup is fullStop praying for more exposureIt is obvious that you are tryingDubious, stop or you die hereYou are pretending but no one is buying
London, London, London is calling youWhat are you waiting for? What you searching for?London, London, London is all in youWhy are you denying the truth?I might, I might, I might be boring you, he saidAlthough it’s not clear as the morning dewThough my preferred ways are not happeningI won’t underestimate who I am capable of becoming
'History will be made today' is written boldly on his faceSo clear you could hardly miss it, you could hardly miss itFor transcending the barriers of yesterday was and is the dreamOn a road where Cleopatra comes and goes like fishes caught in pondsThen thrown back for funShe said look at you, look at you, just pick a fleetYour cup is full, your cup is fullWhat have you not yet achieved?It is obvious that you are tryingDubious, stop or you die hereYou are pretending but no one is buying
London, London, London is calling youWhat are you waiting for? What you searching for?London, London, London is all in youWhy are you denying the truth?I might, I might, I might be boring you, he saidAlthough it’s not clear as the morning dewThough my preferred ways are not happening I won’t underestimateWho I am capable of becoming