Songtext von Living In London

Taxis, noises, lights, people running Nobody knows the songs Nobody wants to know It's too nice to be real Sometimes it happens Nice to be real It never happens She likes to be The new inspiration Travelling with a passenger Everything's complicated Living in london Too nice to be real Sometimes it happens Nice to be real It never happens Wine, to celebrate Our forty second day So we smiled every night And we went to our beds being happy, To celebrate our forty second day So we smiled every night after all... Drug me a thousand years later I've had enough time to think about it I used to feel sensations But i miss myself It's too nice to be real Sometimes it happens Nice to be real It never happens Wine, to celebrate Our forty second day So we smiled every night And we went to our beds being happy, To celebrate our forty second day And we smiled every night after all...