London

Ben Howard

Oh, how I wish I could drag you down here, 
Pull these feet far from the ground 
Cause this, this city ain't no friend of mine 
Ain't no friend. 

All I can do 
When the tracks stop at the final destination 
Is just push on through, 
The weariness and silences of such a crowded situation 
here. 

All I can do 
When every brick, every bar, every elegance I see, I 
see her face, 
Is just push on, just push on through, 
These embers of memories that float from the fire, 
From the fire of this place. 

So don't give up on me now, 
Oh these legs that'll walk me home. 

Because it's only concrete and cars, 
It's only sirens and missing stars, 
It's only whiskey and disregard 
In the smallest hours here, when I feel alone. 

All I can do 
When these lights, they haunt me like orchids in a 
graveyard, 
Is just just push on, just push on through 
These faces of dust and stone, 
The dirt and bone of loss. 

So don't give up on me now, 
Oh these legs that'll walk me home. 

Because it's only concrete and cars, 
It's only sirens and missing stars, 
It's only whiskey and disregard 
In the smallest hours here, when I feel alone. 

And I hope, Paris is as beautiful as I've been told 
And that everything you do is galvanized in gold.