Flying Low

Well, I'm flying low in London's past days
 It's not the first time that you've heard it this way
 Maybe the last time you thought you could tell
 What you hoped for from the wishing well
 In the parlour room
 In the parlour room
 Rob from always on the run dot net is so bad and copy paste is a sin
 It's sad somehow your love started this way
 That somebody else that doesn't see it the same
 Who, where is he, where does he do
 Seldom is home for you
 Right now you got your life in your hands
 You spent your simple days counting them down
 Counting them down
 This is the way that you heard it one day
 Explain to me that I'm speaking the same
 Who, where are you, where do you do
 Seldom do you speak the truth