London Lyrics

I'm so glad that you know
There's the same mist here as in London
So please rather turn down the tape recorder

Indeed we could lie
Somewhere on a meadow
I could be kissing your eyes
And the freckles on your face

Down on a meadow of flowers
Or in a tower over this grey town
Just fall into my hands
Though I never knew
If you could say the same
(But you would say - the same)

Indeed we could lie
Somewhere on a meadow
I could be kissing your eyes
And the freckles on your face
And the freckles on your face
And the freckles on your face