White City

Chorus The clouds are grey in White City Pathetic fallacy theory I still see the beauty pretty But everyone in the place is seeing a different sunshine The clouds are grey in White City Pathetic fallacy theory I still see the beauty pretty But everyone in the place is seeing a different sunshine Verse 1 Each of us is out here for ourselves Each of us is out here for ourselves The Queen will be fine, but God save the rest of us People live and die, it's heaven, hell People live and die, it's heaven, hell The Queen will be fine, but God save the rest of us, ooh Pre-Chorus Everything's polluted Even my brain sometimes Somedays, it's rose-tinted But I think here, it's required, ugh Chorus The clouds are grey in White City Pathetic fallacy theory I still see the beauty pretty But everyone in the place is seeing a different sunshine The clouds are grey in White City Pathetic fallacy theory I still see the beauty pretty But everyone in the place is seeing a different sunshine Verse 2 I got a different view to the forty-fifth level Streets filled with strangers with their own stories Higher you're flying, you'll come closer to seeing the cause Concrete jungle never gets boring Oh, they don't know me, I don't know them That's just the way the cookie crumbles I wonder if we'll ever meet when we're all six foot under I wonder 'bout the people who've had stories just built over I guess that's how it goes Pre-Chorus Now that everything's polluted Even my brain sometimes Somedays, it's rose-tinted But I think here, it's required, ugh Chorus The clouds are grey in White City Pathetic fallacy theory I still see the beauty pretty But everyone in the place is seeing a different sunshine The clouds are grey in White City Pathetic fallacy theory I still see the beauty pretty But everyone in the place is seeing a different sunshine Interlude Everyone in the place is seeing a different sunshine Seeing a different sun— Everyone in the place is seeing a different sunshine Seeing a different sunshine Everyone in the place is seeing a different sunshine Seeing-ing-ing Chorus The clouds are grey in White City Pathetic fallacy theory I still see the beauty pretty But everyone in the place is seeing a different sunshine The clouds are grey in White City Pathetic fallacy theory I still see the beauty pretty But everyone in the place is seeing a different sunshine