London

Now as he sits on the back of this grey caravan

Tomorrow he will probably be jumping parisian metro barriers

With a bottle in his hands

Sparkling, sparkling water mixed with peaches and rum

Honestly I don't drink but if I did this would be my favourite punch

He said

Walk out the door with her, he could see everyone

Dressed in black a class that seem far too fetched

She said: Look at you, look at you, the game is over

Your cup is full, your cup is full, stop praying for more exposure

It is obvious you are trying, dubious stop or you will die here

You are pretending but no one is buying

London London London is calling you

What are you waiting for, what are you searching for?

London London London is all in you

Why are you denying the truth?

I might I might I might be boring you (he said)

Although its not clear as the morning due

Though my preferred ways are not happening I won't underestimate

Who I am capable of becoming

History will be made today is written boldly on his face

So clear you can hardly miss it, you can hardly miss it

For transcending the barriers of yesterday was and is the dream

On a road where Cleopatras comes and goes

Like fishes caught in ponds then thrown back for fun

She said: Look at you, look at you, just pick a fleet

Your cup is full, your cup is full, what have you not yet achieved?

It is obvious you are trying, dubious stop or you will die here

You are pretending but no one is buying

London, London, London is calling you

What are you waiting for, what are you searching for?

London London London is all in you

Why are you denying the truth?

I might I might I might be boring you (he said)

Although its not clear as the morning due

When my preferred ways are not happening I won't underestimate

Who I am capable of becoming