This is London, the place where you're a god or a disgrace
The whole wide world is at your feet to see the look upon your face
As you watch the BBC and you think, "Well, what if that was me?"
Such a promising life to waste
You told me, "Just be brave, remember all the gifts you gave
And how you'd felt like you were saved
Like you were singing from beyond the grave."
And you said you'd wait for me 'til the day I could sing on key
"There's just something about your face."
And then you'd call, I could feel your body fall down next to me
And I wanted us to be fast asleep, closer than anything to me
Like we were home again
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There was just no way to know what was real and what was show
A future unfolding before my eyes, and a past I could not let go
And how the feeling is so deep
When you're running down the London streets
It's like there's nowhere left to go
Among the faceless dizzy whores, the unimaginable bores
Evenings stumbling from the pub, and mornings shivering on the floor
And then the careless way you say, "Yeah, we were just glad we got to play."
When you're empty to the core
And then you'd call, I could feel your body fall down next to me
And I wanted us to be fast asleep, closer than anything to me
Like we were home again
I'm so tired of the rain
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This is London, the place where you get lost without a trace
Among the beautiful remains of this shattered human race
And all the words that go unsaid, all the sacrifices of the dead
We'll fall quietly into the past or we'll just burn the streets instead
In the clamoring of the crowd, you think, "I'll just stay quiet, instead."
And all the fallen dizzy angels crawling through the street
And the pleas of people weary on their feet
And you're half a world away from me
As the clouds drown the light
I wonder where you are tonight