Song Lyrics

Now as he sits
In the back of the grey caravan
Tomorrow he'll 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 too 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 that you are trying
Dubious, stop or you die here
You're pretending but no one is buying

London, London, London is calling you
What are you waiting for?
What 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 it's not clear as the morning dew
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 could hardly miss it
You could hardly miss it
For transcending the barriers
Of yesterday was and is the dream
On a road where Cleopatra 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 that you are trying
Dubious, stop or you die here
You're pretending but no one is buying

London, London, London is calling you
What are you waiting for?
What 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 it's not clear as the morning dew
Though my preferred ways are not happening
I won't underestimate
Who I am capable of becoming

Benjamin Eric Breakspeare

The duration of London is 4:01 minutes and seconds.