A winter wind blows. In from the North. Scratches your spine. Cold like the forth. But you're a long way from home. Through the dark we tiptoe. The hospital looms.
A bruised full moon play fights with the stars. This place is our prison. Its cells are the bars. So take me to town. I wanna dance with the city. Show me something ugly,.
Ain't it just like the old days?. Wait and see how the hand plays. Living out our second hand clichés. Ain't it just like the old days?. . You are what you eat.
I swear to God, I heard the Earth inhale,. moments before it spat its rain down on me.. I swear to God, in this light and on this evening,. London's become, the most beautiful thing I've seen..