Letters To London - Granger Smith

Sometimes late at night

I sit up in bed and write

Letters to London

I use a pen and pad

To try and prove that what we had

Had to mean something

I say, I miss a Hollywood kiss

When soft finger tips

Rolled like tears down my skin

I didn’t take care of

A beautiful love

Oh my God what have I done

I let it become

Letters to London

Don’t know where she went

So I don’t know where to send

Letters to London

Maybe they’re for me

Simple poet therapy

But I gotta do something

I miss a Hollywood kiss

When soft finger tips

Rolled like tears down my skin

I didn’t take care of

A beautiful love

Oh my God what have I done

I let it become

Letters to London

No, you can’t go around keeping angels on the ground

No, you can’t go around keeping angels on the ground

No, you can’t go around keeping angels on the ground

I know I know I know

London come home

I miss your Hollywood kiss

When your soft finger tips

Rolled like tears down my skin

I didn’t take care of

My beautiful love

Oh my God what have I done

I let us become

Letters to London

My letters to London

I write my letters to London

Letters to London

Sometimes late at night

I sit up in bed and write

Letters to London