Foals - London Thunder (CCTV) | Текст песни

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• Foals
• London Thunder (CCTV)

I'm on the train, I ride to nowhere
Girl, how 'bout you?
Up in the air for hours
Meteors showers by the moon
So one last train in summer
Always leaving, never you, never you

Back to London thunder,
Sounds of sorrows in my blues
Ye-yeah
Now the tables turned
It's over with my fingers ???
Now I come back down, I'm older
Looking for something else to hold on to
There's no way to realize
Monster scared, I take back every line

Lost my mind in San Francisco
Won our disco in Temper's fool

There's no water
There's no sound
Who do you come around? /x2
There's no time
There's no space
Where do you draw a line?
Now the tables turned
It's over with my fingers ???
Now I come back down, I'm older
Looking for something else to hold on to

I'm on the train, I fly to nowhere
Girl, how 'bout you?