London - Josiah and the Bonnevilles

I’m sorry for the times I wasn’t there

Lying right beside you, and flying miles away

And all the lights that wouldn’t shine

With us direct beneath them

The dark pressed to our face

You’re falling to pieces at the sound of my voice

I give you my reasons and I forfeit choice

And you say:

«None of that matters, it’s your love that I’m after

And you can’t give me full force»

I think I’m gonna go back to London

I’ve got a good feeling it’ll be alright

I’ve got a good feeling I might find

Something I’ve been looking for my whole life

A better life