London Still (Acoustic)

Wonder if you can pick up my accent on the phone

When I call across the country, when I call across the world

I see you in my kitchen, I can picture you now

As you toast to your small town when you drink the happy hour

I'm in London still

I'm in London still

I'm in London still

I took the tube over to Camden to wander around

I bought some funky records with that old Motown sound

And I miss you like my left arm that's been lost in a war

Today I dream of home and not of London anymore

But I'm in London still

I'm in London still

I'm in London still

You know it's okay, I'm kinda happy here for now

I, I think I've finally grown up and got myself a lover now

And if I ever come home and I, I think I will

I hope you're gonna wanna hang at my place on Sunday still

Oh yeah, I hope you will

'Cause I'm in London still

We got it sorted

We really got it down

To fine arts on Sunday

In a sleepy Sunday town

I wonder what I'm missing

Think of songs I've never heard

I'm, well, I'm dreaming of your voices

Oh, and I'm dreaming of your herb

And I'm in London still

I'm in London still

Oh, I'm in London still

Well, I'm in London still

La-la-la-la-la London still

I'm in London