Meg Lee Chin

So Long Sweetness...
Now, Now the curtain falls without a trace left to hold
Theres only time, Time to sleep, tob, to be alone
To break the spell In the heart of nights of lack of sleep to sustain yourself
To end all sighs Tearing hard from a transatlantic grip
From below ,London ,Far below, Faces are crying out.
Feel, now you know its the season of the witch
It doesnt twitch The kinda wound that might of fooled the diggers ditch
You know it goes like this
Alarming, disarming not a face to bear
At a certain pitch
Tables turning faster harder Noise keeps pumping louder louder
Itll drip below London
More and more, mothers are crying hard.
So Long Sweetness... Take what youve chosen, look at what youve chosed
[ London Lyrics ]