Text: Archive. Londinium. Nothing Else.

My angel clipped wings I know
Wonders in darkness on grimey ground
In a forest unclean unsound
Everything everything's gone wild
Make land for the cows to graze
Leaflets scatter around to advertise sell out

A swamp in it hands stretched out
To catch a passing dime
Donations to the rich widened
Pavements for the poor
Somewhere else to lie
But my friend the carriage door
Stands slightly ajar
And I know clipped wings make uneasy flight
But we've got to reach

Chorus :

A place where the feast never ends
A moment when the music celebrates
And a time when darkness belongs
To night skies and nothing else
Nothing else -No-

Tomorrow my spirit seen
Fears today my mind
Soul aches so deep
Always craves my body to reach

( Repeat Chorus )