All roads lead to London
[Coby Sey and Georgia Ellery]
When in Rome anything goes
Friend or foe
I live in the city
Gotta go get your dough
All roads lead to London
I'm heading home
In the city we're climbing across the buildings, the pavements
Not too different from the rodents using the Tubes as their havens
Easy to get high from the [?] magazine placements
Harder to realise that weapon [?] has to sustain things without fa-
Easy to live apart
A few months later, picked apart
Gets clearer over time
Their balls are way past the goal line
I'd rather take my time in a city that never stops thinking
Not to think, as the contradictive plot thickens
Blink, once or twice
There's a risk
Gotta keep eyes
Open, an abyss
And ears to the ground
And [?] forward
Like mice
No
London's built on the contradiction of hard steel and thin ice
Surrounded by the dark water that absorbs and reflects light
I wanna be there
[?] me, baby
Try me, maybe
I might need time
Cuz you drive me crazy
When in Rome
Anything goes
Friend or foe
Gotta get that dough
I wanna be there
Gotta go get your dough
Everybody knows
There's a legendary treasure trove
All roads lead to London
And I'm heading home
