This Is London

This is London, the place where youre a god or a disgrace
The whole wide world at your feet to see the look upon your face
As you watch the BBC and you think, Well, what if that was me?
Such a promising life to waste.

You told me, Just be brave.
Remember all the gifts you gave.
And how you felt like you were saved,
like you were singing from beyond the grave.
And you said youd wait for me until the day I could sing on key
Theres just something about your face.

Then youd call,
I could feel your body fall
down next to me,
And I wanted us to be fast asleep,
closer than anything to me,
Like we were home again...

There was just no way to know
what was real and what was show
A future unfolding before my eyes,
and a past that I could not let go
And how the feeling is so deep
when youre running down the London streets
Like theres nowhere left to go.

Among the faceless dizzy whores,
the unimaginable bores,
Evenings stumbling from the pub,
mornings shivering on the floor
Then the careless way you say,
Yeah, we were just glad we got to play.
When youre empty to the core.

Then youd call,
I could feel your body fall
down next to me,
And I wanted us to be fast asleep,
closer than anything to me,
Like we were home again.
Im so tired of the rain.

This is London, the place
where you get lost without a trace
Among the beautiful remains
of this shattered human race
All the words that go unsaid,
all the sacrifices of the dead,
Well fall quietly into the past
or well just burn the streets instead
In the clamoring of the crowd,
you think, Ill just stay quiet, instead.
All the fallen dizzy angels
crawling through the streets,
The pleas of people weary on their feet,
And youre half a world away from me,
As the clouds drown the light.
I wonder where you are tonight.