London
I've been on an endless chase
Painting a mental picture of waiting for the bus in May
On the highstreet
Everything in uppercase
Screaming, shouting in the park 'til lights out
White Ladder in the Ford Escape
It still reminds me
November always puts me in a place
I know we've lived a couple lives since then
You know I wouldn't change anything
But I'm in my room and I'm in my head
And I know
It's somewhere I can never find
It's grainy and it's black and white
And I can't seem to get the focus right
But I go back to London in my mind
I don't remember the rain
Don't remember the early mornings
Just talking shit on crowded trains, killing time
And weekend trips to Portobello
I don't mean to get all sentimental
But this feeling's getting harder to define
I know we've lived a couple lives since then
You know I wouldn't change anything
But I'm in my room and I'm in my head
And I know
It's somewhere I can never find
It's grainy and it's black and white
And I can't seem to get the focus right
But I go back to London in my mind
I know they say that nothing's quite as sweet the second time
But I can't let it go
The more I grow the less I know
And baby everything looks better in a dying light
I know we've lived a couple lives since then
You know I wouldn't change anything
But I'm in my room and I'm in my head
And I know
It's somewhere I can never find
It's grainy and it's black and white
And I can't seem to get the focus right
But I go back to London in my mind
Painting a mental picture of waiting for the bus in May
On the highstreet
Everything in uppercase
Screaming, shouting in the park 'til lights out
White Ladder in the Ford Escape
It still reminds me
November always puts me in a place
I know we've lived a couple lives since then
You know I wouldn't change anything
But I'm in my room and I'm in my head
And I know
It's somewhere I can never find
It's grainy and it's black and white
And I can't seem to get the focus right
But I go back to London in my mind
I don't remember the rain
Don't remember the early mornings
Just talking shit on crowded trains, killing time
And weekend trips to Portobello
I don't mean to get all sentimental
But this feeling's getting harder to define
I know we've lived a couple lives since then
You know I wouldn't change anything
But I'm in my room and I'm in my head
And I know
It's somewhere I can never find
It's grainy and it's black and white
And I can't seem to get the focus right
But I go back to London in my mind
I know they say that nothing's quite as sweet the second time
But I can't let it go
The more I grow the less I know
And baby everything looks better in a dying light
I know we've lived a couple lives since then
You know I wouldn't change anything
But I'm in my room and I'm in my head
And I know
It's somewhere I can never find
It's grainy and it's black and white
And I can't seem to get the focus right
But I go back to London in my mind
Credits
Writer(s): Devan Glover, Adam Boukis
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