Underground or aeroplane - doesn't matter in the end. I know it has to be this way, you're leaving me again. So I'll write my little love song, and sing it to the wind. Cause you're out there on the road tonight London... New York... Amsterdam...
I'm lonely here without you, miss your breath against my skin. You'll love me then you'll leave me, still I lie, pressing fingers, where your kisses have been... I miss you... ____________
I know that I should be in bed, it's almost 3 a.m. When I close my eyes I can only see miles of headlights, flashing out at a distance... Yes I know that it's being calling to you London... New York... Amsterdam