London Lost Its Fog - Rosaline

We’ve been randomly assigned this disease

By the ones that will sell us the air that we breathe

And replace the sun with machines

Back and forth my traffic light eyes blink both in time

«you'll be fine» (you'll be fine)

Our beliefs are our disease, the sun was replaced by machines

With nothing to hold onto, our love has nothing

Hostility exposes the sadness of vertical memory

Oh, our love is sadness

Back and forth my traffic light eyes blink both in time

«you'll be fine» (you'll be fine)

Our beliefs are our disease, the sun was replaced by machines