The Aislers Set - London Madrid Lyrics
I took a picture of a fountain.Walked away instead of countingAll the hours I had left before I had to go.Walking wanton a desperate city and the subway's coldAnd filthy but the homeless men are not aggressive.But I'm still afraid of them because I can't understand the coldAnd the language that he speaks is not as foreign as the wayI treat him. Thousands of miles in one directionJust to toy with my affection.Emotional wayside will, I'm ill and I want to go.I slept on the streets of London.Thought I had a friend in London.Until the bright lights woke me up and I'm still here.But I'm not afraid of him because I can understand the cold. And the language that he Speaks isNot as foreign as the way he treats me.Oh, and I want to go home.