A London through foreign eyes
Here the street names deceive
A place that persists and no longer exists
Slaves to the sun, we become one
For a little death in London, death in London
Some strays in the sun, we become one
For a little death in London, a death in London
Amatory machines liquify in the park
Meet the dog day debris burning out in the dark
And those virtuous hearts are left holding the flowers
The sensations of love, I guess we're falling in luck
Slaves to the sun, we become one
For a little death in London, death in London
Some strays in the sun, we become one
For a little death in London, a death in London
No faith left to perspire, no priest with whom to confess
I hear Kings Cross is on fire, London fields is a mess
This is no day to be out, this ain't nowhere to be seen
A place where dreams go to die
I'm glad you met me alive
Slaves to the sun, we become one
For a little death in London, death in London
Some strays in the sun, we become one
For a little death in London, a death in London
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