South London Forever

Ha-ha-ha-ha

Ha-ha-ha-ha

When I go home alone

I drive past the place where I was born

And the places that I used to drink

Young and drunk and stumbling in the street

Outside The Joiners Arms

Like foals unsteady on their feet

Where the art students and the boys in bands

High on E and holdin' hands

With someone that I just met

Then it doesn't get better than this

There can be nothing better than this

Better than this

And we climbed on to the roof of the museum

And someone made love in the grass

And I forgot my name

On the way back to my mother's house

With your Blackpool eyes and your bitten lips

The world is at your fingertips

It doesn't get better than this

What else could be better than this?

Oh, tonight I have seen

I have seen the fields of flame

And everything I ever did

Was just another way to scream your name

Over and over and over and over again

Over and over and over and over again

Ha-ha-ha-ha

Ha-ha-ha-ha

And we're just children wanting children of our own

I wanna space to watch things grow

But did I dream too big? Do I have to let it go?

And what if one day there is no such thing as snow?

Oh God, what do I know?

And I don't know anything

Except that green is so green

And there's a special kind of sadness

That seems to come with Spring

Oh, tonight I have seen

I have seen the fields of flame

And everything I ever did

Was just another way to scream your name

Over and over and over and over again

Over and over and over and over again

Oh, tonight I have seen

I have seen the fields of flame

But everything I ever did

Was just another way to scream your name