London woke me up From a comfortable sleep With the screech of a tire And a monotonous beep I pulled back on the blinds And took a one-eyed peak outside
The sun was catching a ride On an innocuous cloud Out on the morning streets The Friday late-night crowd Heading home from a night Of tasteless jokes and alcohol
I am aware that I haven’t been here for long I am aware that I haven’t been here for long I don’t feel the need to call you up I’m good
I decided to walk In the direction of north Where I saw two kites there Dancing back and forth Never knowing where next They would blow off to or how long they’d fly
And after hitting the park I continued on To a bank where The machine said I was overdrawn By a hundred or two Doesn’t worry me like it used to
I am aware that I haven’t been here for long I am aware that I haven’t been here for long I don’t feel the need to call you up Wouldn’t want to go and interrupt I don’t feel the need to call you up I’m good
I am aware that I haven’t been here for long But this moment is rare, I want it stay so long I don’t feel the need to call you up Wouldn’t want to go and interrupt I don’t feel the need to call you up I’m good