London - Cote

Thought of it once or twice

When I was shedding my tender skin

Always one for advice

I kept a record of my wanderin'

It was pulling the pin

Out of all my alibis

(Oh baby, oh baby, it’s true)

Get my head analyzed

(Oh baby, oh baby, I’m blue)

I would’ve settled right down in the ash

A grey bed for pity and scorn

But you said it’d never last

Only dazed and a little worn

Poet wants to write me down

Touch his sonnet to my burning lips

I promised I’d breathe it out

I don’t deserve it

At the bottom of the pit

I could feel you passing over

(Oh baby, oh baby, it’s true)

See my hands growing older?

(Oh baby, oh baby, I’m blue)

But the change is a change you see

Not at heartbeat, flutter and sigh

Rooted in a water deep

Cut me loose as you float by

(Oh baby, oh baby, it’s true)

Got my head analyzed

(Oh baby, oh baby, I’m blue)

Write it off

Hang it up in the past

We’re still under the gun

Another side of the glass

We’d be living in london