back to london

for reasons you know
and others you ignore
I’m gonna tell you these words in the morning
as you make your way home
past people you’ve leaned on
past people who don’t know where you’re going

the nights that we spent sat on the humid sand
the times that we tried and failed to understand
fifteen years ago but it could be last month
you’d run, I’d come close
you’d come close, I’d run
of all the songwriters and minstrels you loved
you said they were good but I stood well above
and I got a tattoo of your face the next day
just in time to realise you’d just flown away
back to london

and if your eyes can see just the same things I see
then you’ll let yourself believe that you’re growing
they can’t take it away
nor can they buy your pain
don’t forget that this rage keeps you going

fucking london…

the nights that we spent sat on the humid sand
the times that we tried and failed to understand
fifteen years ago but it could be last month
you’d run, I’d come close
you’d come close, I’d run
of all the songwriters and minstrels you loved
you said they were good but I stood well above
and I got a tattoo with your name the next day
just in time to realise you’d just flown away
back to london
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previous titles: c
references: I never wanted (idlewild)