London

I’m sorry for the times I wasn’t there
Lying right beside you, and flying miles away
And all the lights that wouldn’t shine
With us direct beneath them
The dark pressed to our face
You’re falling to pieces at the sound of my voice
I give you my reasons and I forfeit choice
And you say:
«None of that matters, it’s your love that I’m after
And you can’t give me full force»
I think I’m gonna go back to London
I’ve got a good feeling it’ll be alright
I’ve got a good feeling I might find
Something I’ve been looking for my whole life
A better life