Now as he sits in the back of the 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
Walked out the door with her he could see everyone
Dressed in black a class that seemed 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're 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 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 prefered 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 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 that 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 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 due
Though my prefered ways are not happening I won't underestimate
who I am capable of becoming