interlude (live)
london grammar
grey stares beneath the moon
tonight i'll be dreaming of you
people and rhythm instead
there you'll be inside my head
there would be no better place
some miracle man must have shot me
while i wake. i never ran fast enough
shot flaws right through my face
your arms curled round my waist
there would be no better place
could you have your arms around my
could you have your arms around my