London

歌詞

So Long Sweetness... Now, Now the curtain falls without a trace left to hold There's only time, Time to sleep, tob, to be alone To break the spell In the heart of nights of lack of sleep to sustain yourself To end all sighs Tearing hard from a transatlantic grip From below ,London ,Far below, Faces are crying out. Feel, now you know it's the season of the witch It doesn't twitch The kinda wound that might of fooled the diggers ditch You know it goes like this Alarming, disarming not a face to bear At a certain pitch Tables turning faster harder Noise keeps pumping louder louder It'll drip below London More and more, mothers are crying hard. So Long Sweetness... Take what you've chosen, look at what you've chosed