London calling

So we rode down to the river where the toiling ghosts spring,

For their curses to be broken…

We’d go underneath the arches where the witches are in the saying,

There are ghost towns in the ocean… The ocean…

Singing la lalalalala la lé…

And the night over London lay…

Tenderness

And we drove to the ferry,

like the cat and canary...

I said, Baby, it's scary,

when it's so beautiful

Why does it hurt me,

to feel so much tenderness?

...beautiful...

You little wonder, you