3^rd Eye Blind

London

Through the satellites, I fight with you,

That local brew is spillin',

I know just how you spend your time,

I want to get my hands on him,

Somebody's party in a London flat,

You're where it's at and I know,

You want to see me lose my mind,

I'm tired of chasing after you,

The residue is jealous,

See me on the dark side of your mind,

I want to get my hands on him,

To a club that's pounding in the London rain,

The world could end, We wouldn't hear it,

I know just what's on your mind,

I see the way your face has changed,

We're no good for each other,

You tricked me into coming here, So let go,

I don't want to go to London,

I told you I don't care,

I don't want to go to London,

To live there,

I don't want to go to London,

All your friends afflicted,

I don't want to go to London,

She's addicted.

I saw you with him,

I know where you've been,

That nose is broken wide open,

Your way has got me out of line,

I want to get my hands on him,

You're so sick just to make me prove,

It takes a fight to move you,

I know just what's on your mind,

It's been this way a thousand years,

We torture each other.

So why the hell did you call me here, And you know,

I don't want to go to London,

I told you I don't care,

I don't want to go to London,

'Cause you're not there.

Even when I see you,

You're somewhere else in London.