Text: Tina Dico. A Beginning, a Detour, an Open Ending. London.

I'm flying over London on a cold November night
The river snakes across the vast ocean of electric lights
Fast and weightless like this marvel in the sky
The young and restless skateboard in the dark beneath the closing London Eye

Yeah I'm flying over London looking down at busy streets
I scout to find a few familiar places looking up at me
Seven years since I first stepped off of this plane
But still this city doesn't know my stories or my dreams or my first name

Someday I'll have to say goodbye
To the city that showed me and wove me and broke me
Someday I'll have to say goodbye
To London
Yeah, London

I press against the window my forehead cold and numb
As I search through blurry memories to trace the woman I've become
Between St Margaret Lane and Eve's Market Cafe
I found myself in pieces, took what I could carry and I threw the rest away

I'm flying over London on a cold November night
Unlit paths like bullet wounds in the blanket of electric lights
The city is a living creature all on its own
And we all push like blood through its veins
So close together. So alone.

Someday I'll have to say goodbye
To the city that thrilled me and built me and killed me and
Someday I'll have to say goodbye
To London

Someday I'll have to say goodbye
To the city that moved me and soothed me, confused me and
Someday I'll have to say goodbye
To London
Yeah, London