Nhạc sĩ: Joel Compass, Poppy Ajudha
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
Madness highway, driving to the edge of fate You say, come what may
And I hate day, we mold the world out of clay Looks like the bed you made you lay
London's burning, burning itself to the ground Looks like we got nothing left to take
Ocean's parting, could you swim to the other side Or drown beneath the night
Day
Little love, thinks that it's alone Shut your doors, it implodes
Just a puzzle, we don't want to go If you shut your doors, you implode
London's burning, burning itself to the ground
London's burning, burning itself to the ground
Nothing left to take
