I guess I’m going nowhere
The radio is turned off
Tears upon a shoulder
Back from a cold
You believe in me
Believe in what I’ve done

London’s Burning
My soul is dying
My eyes are tired
I came down from the top
I’m burning
My soul is dying
My eyes are tired
I came down from the top

Keys are in my pocket
My future unwritten
My mum wakes me up
Back to reality
And my plane is ready
Just know
Where to go


My eyes are tired
I came down from the top

© Laurent Lallemand