I'm half a world away|I've got a lock of you|Feet beat pavement sending shockwaves cut right through||It's a London front|it's comin' in|And I'll never be the same|Soon to return|Till' then I'll drink to grave||It's a London front|It's a London front hey|It's a London front|Oh oh oh|Have to tease me |But you can't please me|There's ground in my hair|Ground in my hair no|So tired, so tired|But I can't go|Little less time|Little less time|Little it goes..|But you made me|You changed me nooo!||There's a friar dressed in black|He's crouched inside his tomb|Scrawled wisdom on my face|Of which I never know|Whispers and love are only daggers to my heart|Leaving you was how I learned that we should never part||It's a London front|It's a London front hey|It's a London front|Oh oh oh|Have to tease me |But you can't please me|There's ground in my hair|Ground in my hair no|So tired, so tired|But I can't go|Little less time|Little less time|Little it goes..|But you made me|You changed me ohhh||Yeah yeah yeah yeah!||It's a London front||It's a London front|It's a London front hey|It's a London front|