LONDON LOVES
BLUR
Coughing tar in his Japanese motor
The lights are magic, and he feels lucky
And he's got money, shoots like an arrow, oh
The mystery of a speeding car
(London loves)
The misery of a speeding heart
It's love you like and everyone's at it
And words are cheap when the mind is elastic
He loves the violence, keeps ticking over
So sleep together before today is sold forever
The way people just fall apart
(London loves)
The way you just don't stand a chance
(London loves)
The mystery of a speeding car
Oh, ah-oh, oh, ah-oh
Oh, ah-oh, oh, ah-oh
Oh, ah-oh, oh, ah-oh
Oh, ah-oh, oh, ah-oh
The mystery of a speeding car
(London loves)
The misery of a speeding heart
(London loves)
The mystery
Oh, hey, hey
(London loves)
The way people just fall apart
(London loves)
The way we just don't stand a chance
(London loves)
A speeding heart