Second - Living in London lyrics
[Second - Living in London lyrics]
Nobody knows the songs nobody wants to know
It's too nice to be real
Sometimes it happens nice to be real
It never happens
She likes to be the new inspiration
Travelling with a passenger
Everything's complicated living in London
Too nice to be real sometimes it happens
Nice to be real it never happens
Wine, to celebrate our forty second day
So we smiled every night
And we went to our beds being happy
To celebrate our forty second day
So we smiled every night after all
Drug me a thousand years later
I've had enough time to think about it
I used to feel sensations but, I miss myself
It's too nice to be real
Sometimes it happens nice to be real
It never happens
Wine, to celebrate our forty second day
So we smiled every night
And we went to our beds being happy
To celebrate our forty second day
And we smiled every night after all