She’s a gin-soaked heroine
 In worn out shoes
 In the furthest corner of her dream
 There’s a coded truth
 She’s the dirt with desires
 Oh! That just aren’t mine
 Where is your love for me?
 Can you cure my mind?
 
 People move in the hope of a better life
 People kiss yourself good morning and good night
 You can’t cancel me
 Even if I leave London and turn on the TV
 
 As the libertine betrays
 The romantic lover
 And beauty becomes
 Lighter than the lightness of feathers
 Without warning
 Sing as you march
 Where is your love for me?
 Can you cure my heart?
 
 People move in the hope of a better life
 People kiss yourself good morning and good night
 You can’t cancel me
 Even if I leave London and turn on the TV
 
 I’m dying for a smoke
 In exchange for a piece of lived life
 Too tired to hate
 Relieve my sorrow with a knife
 As we kiss and hiss
 And spit at one another
 Where is your love for me?
 Can you cure desire?
 
 People move in the hope of a better life
 People kiss yourself good morning and good night
 You can’t cancel me
 Even if I leave London and turn on the TV
 
 People move in the hope of a better life
 People kiss yourself good morning and good night
 You can’t cancel me
 Even if I leave London and turn on the TV
 Oh no! Yeah, you can’t cancel me
 Even if I leave London and turn off the TV