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.
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.