If i was a londoner, rich with complaint
would you take me back to your house
which is sainted with lust and the listless shade
if i could have held you once more with that light
it's nothing to you, but it keeps me alive
like a valentine's day, it's a valentine's heart, anyway
The king and the ages, they fall by the plan
it's always the tired and the ordinary man
(it's the) challenge it's funny and such
i want to see you again
i want to see you again
it's so simple and plain
but i'll come back and see you again
The lie is the angel, it doesn't exist
i tell you it's funny but you like just to twist all my words
it's a shame you're so young
my word, it's a shame i'm so dumb
i figure a house with the smoke and the fence
the people round here would be pleased
take my word on this
I would believe just in you, just believe in you
and five days to catch me around with my ring
as i visit the friendships which meant everything to the girl
with the clown's face, to the girl with the clowns face, round here