[Verse 1]
I'm not nearly on your level
Come meet me on the ground floor
And when you get there will you hold the lift door
And yes London is depressing
Even on this summers day
The suited men on scooters came and took all our joy away
[Chorus]
And maybe tomorrow we'll act on what we plan
And maybe tomorrow we'll untie each other's hands
[Verse 2]
I'm not nearly on your level
But I feel closer than I was
The last few months were tough but now we've cut the cause
And London's still depressing
Slightly less than yesterday
Now we've escaped
Those glassy eyesores saw us sun bathing in shade
[Chorus]
And maybe tomorrow we'll act on what we plan
And maybe tomorrow we'll untie each other's hands
And maybe tomorrow won't seem like quite so far
And maybe tomorrow we will like who we are
And maybe tomorrow we'll act on what we plan
And maybe tomorrow we'll untie each other's hands
And maybe tomorrow won't seem like quite so far
And maybe tomorrow we will like who we are
Who we are
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
