Big Ben, the Thames
The busses red
the language not my own
I mind the gap
I’m driving left
the streets not yet well known
the Union Jack
the view from Tate
and Spacey on his throne
I feel alive
not underground
I love the London tone

rain is pouring
on my head
my state of mind
is soaking wet
I am walking through
this unknown place
but suddenly
a friendly face
there higher up
right from the sky
it blinks to me
The London Eye

It’s scary still
But I just might
Get used to left
In stead of right

A disappointment
that could be
But flipping it
It’s clear to me
It makes it
easier to choose
it ain’t all bad
when things get loose
it’s sometimes good
to let things pass
to not get stuck
in what once was

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Sigur Ros waters my eyes
And Jamie sings of London Skies
My head is filled and spins around
The perfect plan has to been found
I wonder if I ever will
Here walks Stef, and there goes Bill
I breathe in
And then exhale
Life as such
a fairy-tale