London Still - The Waifs

Wonder if you can pick up my

Accent on the phone

When I call across the country

When I call across the world

I, see you in my kitchen

I can picture you now

As you toast to your small town

When you drink the happy hour

I’m in London still

I’m in London still

I’m in London still

I took the tube over to Camden

To wander around

I bought some funky records

With that old Motown sound

And I miss you like my left arm

That’s been lost in a war

Today I dream of home and not of London anymore

I’m in London still

I’m in London still

Yeah I’m in London still

You know it’s okay

I’m kinda happy here for now

I, I think I’ve finally grown up

And got myself a lover now

And if I ever come home

And I, I think I will

I hope you’re gonna wanna hang at my place on Sunday still

Oh yeah I hope you will

Cause I’m in London still

You know we got it sorted, yeah

We really got it down

To a fine art on Sunday

In a sleepy Sunday town

I wonder what I’m missing

I think of songs I’ve never heard

I’m dreaming of your voices

And I’m dreaming of your herb

I’m in London still

I’m in London still

I’m in London still

Oh, I’m in London still

La-la-la-la-la London still

I’m in London