Chris Walla

London's Favourite Son
You could take my hat away And that would leave me defenseless You'd have to go to London's favourite Son To have your access Place nickels on my open eyes And bury me in the Green Park Someone's bound to understand When they trip and fall in the pitch-dark I can only hope I can only pray it's true I can only take the blame myself When it falls through I wish that you could see me here And I would when I can heal it All this goes generic when, Undone like an atom magnet I can only hope I can only pray it's true I can only take the blame myself When it falls through I can only hope SongtexteI can only pray it's true I can only take the blame myself When it falls through I could always keep all of the things I give to you Don't ask me to Don't ask me to Don't ask me to Aus Songtexte Mania