I bet your eyes aren't really that blue, I think they've 
been airbrushed in by an artist who doesn't care. 
And I bet your hair isn't really that blonde, but isn't 
it the way we wanted it to be. 
And I bet you don't usually smile that much, especially 
with some one like me.
And I bet you really sweat, but none of this is what I 
want to say to you. 

I don't want to be dancing with the wallflower, I want 
My tired arms ache just to hold you now. 
I don't believe that you are still a virgin, so what say 
we get a little closer.
Come with me I'll take you on an airplane now.

And London from above at night will look like a billion 
lit candles, 
And you face will glow red at the sunrise, 
And god knows I really want to travel and god knows I 
really want to start anew,
with you, 
And god knows, god knows, god knows.