They're pacing Piccadilly in packs again And moaning for the mercy of a never come rain The suns had enough and the simmering sky Has the heave and the hue of a woman on fire
Shop shutters rattle down and I'm cutting the crowd All scented and descending from the satellite towns The neon is graffiti singing make a new start So I look for a plot where I can bury my broken heart
No, I know I won't forget you But I'll forget myself, if the city will forgive me
The man on the door has a head like Mars Like a baby born to the doors of the bars And surrounded by steam with his folded arms He's got that urban genie thing going on
He's so mercifully free of the pressures of grace Saint Peter in satin, he's like Buddha with mace He's so mercifully free of the pressures of grace Saint Peter in satin, he's like Buddha with mace
No, I know I won't forget you But I'll forget myself, if the city will forgive me No, I know I won't forget you But I'll forget myself, if the city will forgive me
Do you move through the room with a glass in your hand Thinking too hard about the way you stand Are you watching them pair off and drinking them long Are you falling in love every second song
Do you move through the room with a glass in your hand Thinking too hard about the way you stand Are you watching them pair off and drinking them long Are you falling in love... Are you falling in love... Are you falling in love every second song
No, I know I won't forget you But I'll forget myself, and the city will forgive meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
