London, did you have to. take my child away?. you buried him under. rent and low pay.. I've been cyling in circles. round your empty streets.. i've been searching.
I was stumbling into battle. i was walking into walls. 'till i walked myself to peter. and i let my shadows fall.. . he's a boy who never ages.. rides a goat around the lake.
In a time of loneliness. I fell into your strong open arms. And in those arms you loved me well. You hid me in your calm. . And in that calm we headed south.
It was seven in the morning when the spark. began to give. the bath was spilling over, my. self pity spilling with it, so i, i fled the country. to start it all again and found myself in paris in.