I saw in my mind ferry lights through the mist
I kept calm and carried the weight of the rift
Pulled him in tighter each time he was drifting away
My spine split from carrying us up the hill
Wet through my clothes, weary bones caught the chill
I stopped trying to make him laugh, stopped trying to drill the safe
Thinking how much sad did you think I had, did you think I had in me?
Oh the tragedy
So long London
You’ll find someone
I didn’t opt in to be your odd man out
I founded the club she’s heard great things about
I left all I knew you left me at the house by the Heath
I stopped CPR, after all it’s no use
The spirit was gone we would never come to
And I’m pissed off you let me give you all that youth for free
For so long, London
Stitches undone
Two graves, one gun
I’ll find someone
And you say I abandoned the ship but I was going down with it
My white knuckle dying grip holding tight to your quiet resentment
And my friends said it isn’t right to be scared every day
Old love affair, every breath feels like rarest air
When you’re not sure if he wants to be there
So how much sad did you think I had, did you think I had in me?
How much tragedy?
Just how low did you think I’d go ‘fore I’d self implode?
‘Fore I’d have to go be free?
You swore that you loved me but where were the clues?
I died on the altar waiting for the proof
You sacrificed us to the gods of your bluest days
And I’m just getting colour back into my face
I’m just mad as hell cause I loved this place for
So long, London
Had a good run
A moment of warm sun
But I’m not the one
For so long, London
Stitches undone
Two graves, one gun
You’ll find someone
