London
From the summer nights to the pouring rain
I shared a drink or two with a hurricane
I'll never forget those nights you said this was forever
I can't believe the last ten years
A couple broken hearts and a burned out fear of the unknown
We can sleep on the train ride home
But I found peace in the storm of a London sky
And all I ever wanted was to feel alive
For the first time
I spent my evening chasing the runaways
As they slow dance through the storm
And in the quiet of the morning
I heard the stories of a stranger's heart
Did you ever make it home
I always kinda wonder
If the saints of the city life
Are comfortable at all
All the pretty lights, you'd think it never sleeps
That we'd be alright, walking those movie scenes but
I promise it gets dark in the same way
But it's nice to know
I can take a minute before I go
On the pavement outside the station
September's never been so cold
I spent my evening chasing the runaways
As they slow dance through the storm
And in the quiet of the morning
I heard the stories of a stranger's heart
Did you ever make it home
I always kinda wonder
If the saints of the city life
Are comfortable at all
Years from now
I'll still think of the moments I spent by the river
And I wish I could tell myself
That I am just not afraid anymore
I spent my evening chasing the runaways
As they slow dance through the storm
And in the quiet of the morning
I heard the stories of a stranger's heart
Did you ever make it home
I always kinda wonder
If the saints of the city life
Are comfortable at all
I shared a drink or two with a hurricane
I'll never forget those nights you said this was forever
I can't believe the last ten years
A couple broken hearts and a burned out fear of the unknown
We can sleep on the train ride home
But I found peace in the storm of a London sky
And all I ever wanted was to feel alive
For the first time
I spent my evening chasing the runaways
As they slow dance through the storm
And in the quiet of the morning
I heard the stories of a stranger's heart
Did you ever make it home
I always kinda wonder
If the saints of the city life
Are comfortable at all
All the pretty lights, you'd think it never sleeps
That we'd be alright, walking those movie scenes but
I promise it gets dark in the same way
But it's nice to know
I can take a minute before I go
On the pavement outside the station
September's never been so cold
I spent my evening chasing the runaways
As they slow dance through the storm
And in the quiet of the morning
I heard the stories of a stranger's heart
Did you ever make it home
I always kinda wonder
If the saints of the city life
Are comfortable at all
Years from now
I'll still think of the moments I spent by the river
And I wish I could tell myself
That I am just not afraid anymore
I spent my evening chasing the runaways
As they slow dance through the storm
And in the quiet of the morning
I heard the stories of a stranger's heart
Did you ever make it home
I always kinda wonder
If the saints of the city life
Are comfortable at all
Credits
Writer(s): Aaron Jackson, Stew Thorpe, Craig Lawrence, Andrew Pepin
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