She’s a gin-soaked heroine
In worn out shoes
In the furthest corner of her dream
There’s a coded truth
She’s the dirt with desires
Oh! That just aren’t mine
Where is your love for me?
Can you cure my mind?
People move in the hope of a better life
People kiss yourself good morning and good night
You can’t cancel me
Even if I leave London
And turn on the TV
As the libertine betrays
The romantic lover
And beauty becomes
Lighter than the lightness of feathers
Without warning
Sing as you march!
Where is your love for me?
Can you cure my heart?
People…
I’m dying for a smoke
In exchange for a piece of lived life
Too tired to hate
Relieve my sorrow with knife!
As we kiss and hiss and spit at one another
Where is your love for me?
Can you cure desire?
People..
People…
Oh no! You can’t cancel me
Even if I leave London
And turn off the TV