My friends say "this is your place"
it's like I was born remotely
I feel at ease, strangely, here

Holding you, Amy, I feel you close in the air
like you were the only one who understands
all the pain
I'm going through these days
all my tricks, my tears, my men
yet you stay beautiful in your hell
it's an art - we know it well

In Camden everything fits
these colourful expensive shoes
art bursting in any available inch
the everlasting rain, watches the scene

London! I need to drown in you again
I washed myself in the Thames
London! You are not my hometown
but you left a sweet dent in my heart

To meet you at a different time
To make it sweeter than last
not running away anymore
living in the home of love