London (Clementine Benjamin)

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 hand 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 to fetch 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 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 When 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 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 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 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 Although its not clear as the morning due When my prefered ways are not happening i won't underestimate who i am capable of becoming