London still - acoustic by The Waifs Lyrics
THE WAIFS
I wonder if you can pick up my accent on the phone
When I call across the country, when I call across the world
I see you in my kitchen, I picture you now
As you toast to your small town and you drink the happy hour
I'm in London still
I'm in London still
I'm in London still
I took the tube over to Camden to wander around
I bought some funky records, met that old Motown sound
And I miss you like my left arm that's been lost in a war
Today I dreamed of home and not London anymore
I'm in London still
I'm in London still
I'm in London still
You know it's okay, I'm kinda happy here for now
I think I've finally grown up and got myself a lover now
And if I ever come home tonight, I think I will
I hope you're gonna want to hang in my place on Sunday still
Oh yeah I hope you will
Cause I'm in London still
You know we've got it sorted here, we've really got it down
We're fighting on till Sunday in our sleepy Sunday town
I wonder what I'm missing, I think of songs i've never heard
And I'm dreaming of your voices, I'm dreaming of your herb
I'm in London still
I'm in London still
I'm in London still
I wonder if you can pick up my accent on the phone
When I call across the country, when I call across the world
I see you in my kitchen, I picture you now
As you toast to your small town and you drink the happy hour
I'm in London still
I'm in London still
I'm in London still
I took the tube over to Camden to wander around
I bought some funky records, met that old Motown sound
And I miss you like my left arm that's been lost in a war
Today I dreamed of home and not London anymore
I'm in London still
I'm in London still
I'm in London still
You know it's okay, I'm kinda happy here for now
I think I've finally grown up and got myself a lover now
And if I ever come home tonight, I think I will
I hope you're gonna want to hang in my place on Sunday still
Oh yeah I hope you will
Cause I'm in London still
You know we've got it sorted here, we've really got it down
We're fighting on till Sunday in our sleepy Sunday town
I wonder what I'm missing, I think of songs i've never heard
And I'm dreaming of your voices, I'm dreaming of your herb
I'm in London still
I'm in London still
I'm in London still