This Is London The Airborne Toxic Event

This is London, the place where you're a god or a disgrace
The whole wide world at your feet to see the look upon your face
As you watch the BBC and you think, "Well, what if that was me?"
Such a promising life to waste

You told me, "Just be brave. Remember all the gifts you gave
And how you felt like you were saved
Like you were singing from beyond the grave."
And you said you'd wait for me until the day I could sing on key
"There's just something about your face."

Then you'd call, I could feel your body fall down next to me
And I wanted us to be fast asleep, closer than anything to me
Like we were home again...

There was just no way to know what was real and what was show
A future unfolding before my eyes, and a past that I could not let go
And how the feeling is so deep
When you're running down the London streets
Like there's nowhere left to go

Among the faceless dizzy whores, the unimaginable bores
Evenings stumbling from the pub, mornings shivering on the floor
Then the careless way you say, "Yeah, we were just glad we got to play."
When you're empty to the core