They're pacing Piccadilly in packs again And moaning for the mercy of a never come rain The suns had enough and the simmering sky Has the heaves and the hue of a woman on fire Shop shutters rattle down and I'm cutting the crowd All scented and descending from the satellite towns The neon is graffiti singing make a new start So I look for a plot where I can bury my broken heart No, I know I won't forget you But I'll forget myself if the city will forgive me The man on the door has a head like Mars Like a baby born to the doors of the bars And surrounded by steam with his folded arms He's got that urban genie thing going on He's so mercifully free of the pressures of grace Saint Peter in satin, he's like Buddha with mace He's so mercifully free of the pressures of grace Saint Peter in satin, he's like Buddha with mace No, I know I won't forget you But I'll forget myself if the city will forgive me No, I know I won't forget you But I'll forget myself if the city will forgive me Do you move through the room with a glass in your hand Thinking too hard about the way you stand Are you watching them pair off and drinking them long Falling in love every second song Do you move through the room with a glass in your hand? Thinking too hard about the way you stand Are you watching them pair off and drinking them long? Are you falling in love, are you falling in love? Are you falling in love every second song? No, I know I won't forget you But I'll forget myself if the city will forgive me No, I know I won't forget you But I'll forget myself and the city will forgive me
They're pacing Piccadilly in packs again And moaning for the mercy of a never come rain The suns had enough and the simmering sky Has the heaves and the hue of a woman on fire Shop shutters rattle down and I'm cutting the crowd All scented and descending from the satellite towns The neon is graffiti singing make a new start So I look for a plot where I can bury my broken heart No, I know I won't forget you But I'll forget myself if the city will forgive me The man on the door has a head like Mars Like a baby born to the doors of the bars And surrounded by steam with his folded arms He's got that urban genie thing going on He's so mercifully free of the pressures of grace Saint Peter in satin, he's like Buddha with mace He's so mercifully free of the pressures of grace Saint Peter in satin, he's like Buddha with mace No, I know I won't forget you But I'll forget myself if the city will forgive me No, I know I won't forget you But I'll forget myself if the city will forgive me Do you move through the room with a glass in your hand Thinking too hard about the way you stand Are you watching them pair off and drinking them long Falling in love every second song Do you move through the room with a glass in your hand? Thinking too hard about the way you stand Are you watching them pair off and drinking them long? Are you falling in love, are you falling in love? Are you falling in love every second song? No, I know I won't forget you But I'll forget myself if the city will forgive me No, I know I won't forget you But I'll forget myself and the city will forgive me
