London's Favourite Son

You could take my hat away
And that would leave me defenseless
You'd have to go to London's favourite Son
To have your access

Place nickels on my open eyes
And bury me in the Green Park
Someone's bound to understand
When they trip and fall in the pitch-dark

I can only hope
I can only pray it's true
I can only take the blame myself
When it falls through

I wish that you could see me here
And I would when I can heal it
All this goes generic when,
Undone like an atom magnet

I can only hope
I can only pray it's true
I can only take the blame myself
When it falls through

I can only hope
I can only pray it's true
I can only take the blame myself
When it falls through

I could always keep all of the things I give to you
Don't ask me to
Don't ask me to
Don't ask me to