Lips of London Del Amitri

I thought I heard my name
On the lips of London
It might have been the rain
It might've been a dream
There's a cherry stain
On the lips of London
And a nagging pain
Everywhere I've been

There's a ring of cranes
On the lips of London
Tearing at the edges
Pulling up the dead
But I can't forget those lips of London
Say the saddest thing
They ever said

I spent a lot of time
On the lips of London
Living in a bind
And dying to be free
More than a little wine
Passed my lips in London
So when I drink I find
It all comes back to mе