Kristeen Young London Cry
When we were mad and magic
We'd fly with no wings added
They said, "You can't."
Then, we'd believed it
Burning up. Then down, again
We'd hit the ground like mortals
We seemed to lose the portal
And now, it's all just scabs and schedules
Burning up. Then down, again
Burning up. Then down, again
Burning up. Then down...
Like Josephine and Jimi
We'll step while we can still dream
And pilgrim to the mystic city
Burning up. Then down, again
Burning up. Then down, again
Burning up. Then down...
Oooh, pillar of time
Oooh, conjure, divine
Oooh, dear Gods, hear my London Cry
The London Eye sees outside
Cry
You know, it's sad and tragic
That in our homeland crap rich
The more they have the more they depressive
Burning up. Then down again
Burning up. Then down again
They talk about their freedom
But, if you've ever seen 'em
It's been inside their hand held prison
Burning up. Then down again
Burning up. Then down again
Burning up. Then down...
Oooh, pillar of time
Oooh, conjure, divine
Oooh, dear Gods, hear my London Cry
The London Eye sees outside
Cry
Oooh, pillar of time
Oooh, b.c. divine
Oooh, dear Gods, hear my London Cry
The London Eye sees outside
Cry
Cry
Cry-y-y
