Brexit at Tiffany’s The Streets (Ft. Jazz Morley)

First hour of the day, always get so much done
So much was undone
The sun came up in London
Over breakfast, I had an epiphany
Meet me on Bond Street

You talk like traffic
I'm tryin' to cross the road
But who wants pedestrian?
Black taxis' mass
You signal something jumbled that I just have to love
You call me Jack the Ripper, I'm so about these gaslights

The gaslights look old
They would cast light, looking cold
If the night wasn't over
Aimless on my feet like any old James on Bond Street
Manicured pavements
Manicured behaviour

Over breakfast I had an epiphany
Meet me on Bond Street
Brexit at Tiffany's
Nostalgic for glamour that never happеned
Put your fork in the ham on a gingham table
Pour thе Assam and spill on the porcelain saucer