In my heart I just decided that I want to go back to London because here in this moment and in this town I feel somewhat lost and uncertain. Something is missing and I think that thing is my whole entire heart. I feel that she stole it and if I am to settle by the sea in this place I need to go back to retrieve that old heart of mine and bring it home.
I miss London a lot. She taught me a lot. Surely she misses me too, the glorious times we had.
I just wrote a song about my love and longing for my lovely London.
Take me back, pretty thing.
Lovely thing, let me in.
I was a fool to leave you, fool to be the one I was.
Me.
I sold my sensibility to the sky.
Saints are demons in the night.
I was a fool to say goodbye.
Take me back, pretty thing.
Lovely thing, let me in.
I fell for you, all over you.
Fell in the darkest hour.
Devoured.
I am love lost in memories.
Fill me with air to breathe.
Breath from every chimney.
New life give to me.
Take me back, pretty thing.
Lovely thing, let me in.
Also, love is a really strange thing.
