Leaning by the window watch the dying of the sun. Balancing the weight of the pill on her tongue. She'll be getting that. Look in her eyes. Cold and lonely.
After your faith has let you down. I know you'll want to run around. And follow the crowd into the night. But after the disco. All of the shine just faded away.
Oh, London moon. Help me stumble home. Let me lose myself along the way. I've got nothing left, it's kinda wonderful. 'Cause there's nothing there can take away, away.