Arrived at 6:00 am at the airport I picked up my luggage, feeling on board I needed fresh air on my face, maybe an open space I have to hit the road anyway
The fog in London town is very, intense Walk down the street through it, thinking nonsense Strange shapes appear around the corner But soon they fall apart I felt longing for a sky full of stars
Looks like the Sun, will never shine here I look around and the fog surrounds everything Some people appear on the streets Running on their feet It's not the best place in the world to be
