Finger static in the blurred glass
Move the phantom limb and reach past
The shear
In a tongue I can't hear
Someone's holding him near
Huh-huh-huh
My dear
Can't see through the veneer
London fog in the mirror
Double vision in the silk screen
Keep them happy run the routine
My dear
Every summer I can hear
Someone's calling me near
My dear
Wind the hands past the gear
London fog in the mirror
Oh-oh
I've got to go home
I'll see what's waiting over the river
I want to come home
Oh-oh
I've got to go home
I'll see what's waiting over the river
I want to come home
I'm going home
I'm going home, oooh
I'm going home
I'm going home
