Ben Howard - London

Oh, how I wish I could drag you down here
Pull these feet far from the ground
Because this, this city ain't no friend of mine
Ooh, ain't no friend

All I can do
When the tracks stop at the final destination
Is just push on through
The weariness and silences of such a crowded situation here

All I can do
When every brick, every bar, every elegance I see, I see her face
Is just push on, just push on through
These embers of memories that float from the fire, from the fire of this place

So don't give up on me now
Oh these legs that'll walk me home Because it's only concrete and cars
It's only sirens and missing stars
It's only whiskey and disregard
In the smallest hours here, when I feel alone

All I can do
When these lights, they haunt me like orchids in a graveyard
Is just push on, just push on through
These faces of dust and stone
The dirt and bone of loss

So don't give up on me now
Oh these legs that'll walk me home

Because it's only concrete and cars
It's only sirens and missingg stars
It's only whiskey and disregard
In the smallest hours here, when I feel alone
When I feel alone

And I hope, Paris is as beautiful as I've been told
And that everything you do is galvanised in gold