Louis Philippe and The Night Mail - When London Burns

Take a breath
Take a look
Think of all the lies it took
To set you free again
Rest awhile
If you can
In this shadow hides a man
Who'll never walk again

Not that it matters or that you will ever know
To you reality is just what's put on show
Another game to sell, another crust to earn
Another fiddle to play when London burns

Take a breath
Take a look
Think of all the lies it took
To set you free again
Rest awhile
If you can
In this shadow hides a man
Who'll never walk again

Like a fool whose memories have dimmed and waned
You hail a past that would be better left unclaimed
You throw a party for yesterday's ghosts
That's no surprise to me, looking at the host

Take a breath, take a look

Written by:
Philippe Auclair

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Lyrics © Mute Song Limited

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