London Town Songtext
von Splitting Edges

Dry steel, scratching on the paper
Almost grasping on a statement
Tryna taunt me, I take it demons burning down with satan last night
This is psycho sensational
There′s always back alleys south
Time is ticking away from me
Time I tighten it down

Thought I was stone but chip away and you'll crumble into sand
Guess my maker played with red red hands
But you signed up for a carousel ride


Mornings, torn and trialed by a vision wearing down and growing withered
Is this real life? Persuade me slept with satan and his angels last night

Thought I was stone but chip away and you′ll crumble into sand
Guess my maker played with red red hands
But you signed up for a carousel ride

In London Town
Cuz this sun clouds so divine
In the morning
In the morning
In the morning
Dry steel
Scratching on the paper
Fading out in London Town