London Songtext

von Chris Stamey

It's 2 a.m in London now
In a few short hours the sun comes up
They'll be calling you to the bordering sin
They'll be calling you to clean it up.
Why don't you stay home?
Why don't you stay home?
Why don't you stay home?
I'll call you when I get up.
I've been 13 hours on the murder way
I think the pace player quick
I've got 3 more weeks to pervert us,
And tambourines and benefits.
Why don't you stay home?
Why don't you stay home?
Why don't you stay home?
I'll call you when I get up
Do you know her ways that nothing's real
When the clocks between 3 and 4
Do you know the ways the fear is will
There's a way that comes back once more.
I've got no idea, what brought me here?
I found no records but to remain
There's no deep repart, there's a hoping bear
It's another year, of seas-less rain.
Why don't you stay home?
I'll call you when I get up