London is just grey echoes
Bad memories,and dreams,
And someone far away,
London is all final messages
Written on the walls
In final bloodstreams,
Desperate people —
Clutching at,or clinging to their hopes,
That better times exist,
They’re always somewhere
Just around the corner,
Just around the corner,
Just around the corner,
Just around the corner,
And on the walls,their final messages
Are scribbled out again,
And again,and again,and again.
London is just grey echoes
Bad memories,and dreams,
And someone far away.
Desperate people —
Hoping that someone will
Smile their way
And take away their problems today
But,on the walls