London Nights

We knock on every door in sight
Walking round Camden Town
Like Bethlehems and Silent Nights (Silent Nights)
Yeah, the winter air is brisk
We ascend from Chalk Farm
As Father Thames' breath is still misty
I'm sipping whiskey (Uh), remembering those who miss me
We sit and laugh among guitars, nights in the city
Then we depart, follow stars
Never staying still (Never staying still)
That's the dream we built, taking trains across the ville (Trust)
That's Amore, see my boys across the table from us
Plenty stories I might pen as soon as day breaks, wait
The night is young
Man, we're only in the pub, London Town belongs to us
So we share the love (Uh)
Of Old London in its prime
I promise you, it doesn't get much better than tonight (Nuh-uh)
Yeah, cause he who tires of London Nights
Finds that he is tired of life, his time is running dry

He who tires of London Nights
Finds that he is tired of life, his time is running dry
Yeah, his time is running dry
And I just hope he changes face when the day breaks



Credits
Writer(s): Hayden Fletcher
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