Leaving London

I have your spit
on my underwear
but I’m 5000 miles away.
I’m leaving London, baby.
I’m leaving you behind.
Your friends, their eyes glazed over,
will never see me again.
Not this way.
I’m leaving London.

These mind-numbing
colourless houses
in insecure little rows,
curtained – soulless windows
hiding mindless automatons…
I’m leaving them all behind.

I’m leaving London, baby.
Your high school attempts
at love can’t keep me.
I’m traveling alone,
it’s better this way.
I’m dreaming alone…
I’m leaving London.
I won’t be back –
not like this.

Not like this.                

                        - airplane, 1999