London

Oh, London, where the clouds never go away
I keep my coat on from September till May
When the tulips will bloom in the most unusual way.
Oh, London, I love you, but the clouds never go away.

Oh, London, where it’s goomy in the fall
I can’t shake this sadness cause it’s never that small.
But we’re all sad together, so I’m not alone at all,
Oh, London, I’ll leave you, but the sky will always fall.

Oh, London, where the daffodils grow
Each one like a fireball at the end of the meadow
And I always forget there, I could’ve felt so low
London, I’ll forget you so I’ll never have to go.