I think we've fallen out of love Times are getting tough and I want to leave I know I shouldn't run But now you're so grey when you were a dream We met when I was young And I am not the same as I used to be I know we still have fun But I don't feel so free I miss country roads Feeling of coming home The sound of cutlery hitting the plate Sweet old London I think we've fallen out of love I think we've fallen out of love Times are getting tough and I want to leave I know I shouldn't run But now you're so grey when you were a dream We met when I was young And I am not the same as I used to be I know we still have fun But I don't feel so free I miss country roads Feeling of coming home The sound of cutlery hitting the plate Sweet old London I think we've fallen out of love You could convince me to stay I think all I need is a little space Cause I wake up every day Longing for the smile of a familiar face But your love comes at a cost I've gotta be all in or it's not enough And you're making this so tough I'm not alone in feeling this lost I miss the seaside breeze The strangers' morning greet To fall asleep seeing the stars light the darkest sky Oh London I think we've fallen out of love I think we've fallen out of love I think, I think But it's that something feeling when the sun sets low And you're warm inside whilst the city glows All those magic moments 'cause there on the street Is an old friend it's been years since you've seen It gets you thinking "is it really that bad?" 'Cause we might have problems but we sure do laugh Oh London, not out of love with you yet But I need you to make me want you again Oh London, can we be in love? Can we be in love? Can we be in love, love, love, love, love? Oh London, can we be in love? Can we be in love?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
