Taxis, noises, lights, people running Nobody knows the songs Nobody wants to know
It's too nice to be real Sometimes it happens Nice to be real It never happens
She likes to be The new inspiration Travelling with a passenger Everything's complicated Living in london
Too nice to be real Sometimes it happens Nice to be real It never happens
Wine, to celebrate Our forty second day So we smiled every night And we went to our beds being happy, To celebrate our forty second day So we smiled every night after all...
Drug me a thousand years later I've had enough time to think about it I used to feel sensations But i miss myself
It's too nice to be real Sometimes it happens Nice to be real It never happens
Wine, to celebrate Our forty second day So we smiled every night And we went to our beds being happy, To celebrate our forty second day And we smiled every night after all...
