Your touch is so damn out of reach
I know it sounds dramatic
But I'm still here in SE23
In my lonely attic
Wasting away on my own
Waiting to see your name on my phone
Head like a broken record on repeat
I wanna hear your static
Just like it always, always used to be
Before the lonely madness
Praying for somewhere to go
Rain or shine or snow, just you say so
But who am I to put a label on it?
Oh my lover
Only down the road
I can see your window from here
But I don't have a stone to throw
Two stops on the blue line
Feels so, so damn close
But palace up to Brixton
Might as well be Tokyo
Might as well be Tokyo
You could be less than a hundred miles away
You could be 15 thousand
But it wouldn't matter to me anyway
I'd still be stuck without ya
Praying for somewhere to go
Rain or shine or snow, if you say so
But who am I to put a label on it?
Oh my lover
Only down the road
I can see your window from here
But I don't have a stone to throw
Two stops on the blue line
Feels so, so damn close
But palace up to Brixton
Might as well be Tokyo
Might as well be Tokyo
And who am I to put a label on it?
Oh, Amsterdam or Rome
Sierra Leone
Anywhere but home
Might as well be Tokyo
Amsterdam or Rome
Sierra Leone
Anywhere but home
Might as well be Tokyo, ooh
