In Capitals

There was a girl, as old as the river, but pretty and sharp like you wish you could be.
Seduced each of yr boyfriends a long time before you.
Somebody call an ambulance, I just murdered a party but don't tell me that romance is dead too.
Oh!
It was a fragment, kinda lost sight when the tracks bent, and the crowds moved in like the sea and you were drowned to me.
I think you are the pale haze of the morning.
You as the spark I want, you as the glance I caught.
Everyone's a story, everybody's late for something.
And in the real world, where the power works and the witches tear up their losses over the bridge.
I question your beliefs, but I'm in awe and I want in on this.
Those words you'll never surrender, can't hide in fiction forever.
I write our luck in capitals.
Oh!
From the shard to the shore, the city dances to death and taxes.
I've done my edgework, I know yr signatures.
I wish you were a stranger I could talk to, we could chalk that door, we could chant that code.
Everyone's a secret, everybody's hiding something.
Back in the real world, where the brickwork sprawls and the concrete climbs to stars you'll never see.
You ask me what I need?
Well I've seen "down", now I want "underneath".
Those words you'll never surrender, can't hide in fiction forever.
I write our luck in capitals.
And I'm still waiting.
There is no hidden door at Leincester Gardens.
There is no London Below.
So.
Those words you'll never surrender, can't hide in fiction forever.
I write our luck in capitals.
And I'm still waiting.