Came to London to find myself but in ten million people
Where do you start?
 [bad word] at a party
You asked me if I was someone else and I say
"Yeah, if it helps you, I won't be myself"
Like Japanese poets who capture a Summer in only three lines
With just one kiss
I want to tell you but it takes all night
You just can't wait for the right time because [bad word] 
It could be the last time
You should always tell them you love them
In case you never see them again