London’s Gone Numb

London's gone numb. London's gone numb. London's gone numb, yeah. London's gone numb.

Gone numb. Every band left in a ghost town pub.

Neon flickers like it's giving up. She left with the dawn from a black taxi

line. Now the pigeons have moved on from the city's decline.

Phone box full of broken calls. Graffiti saints on crumbling walls. You said love

was louder than bombs. But I can't hear a thing in this digital

fog. London's gone numb and so have I. These streets don't

echo, they just decline. To silence dressed in Burberry coats. And dreams that