White City - Willow Kayne

Lyrics by：Willow Kayne/Nathaniel Ledwidge

Composed by：Willow Kayne/Nathaniel Ledwidge

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

It traverses out

It four a sound

It traverses out

It four a sound

The queen of your phonebook answer 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

Everything's polluted

Even my brain sometimes

Somedays it's rose-tinted

But I think here it's acquired

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

I got a different view to the 45th level

Streets filled with strangers with their own stories

Higher you're flying you'll come closer to seeing heaven

Concrete jungle never gets boring

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 6 feet under

I wonder 'bout the people who've had stories just built over

I guess that's how it goes now that

Everything's polluted

Even my brain sometimes

Somedays it's rose-tinted

But I think here it's required ugh

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

Sunshine

Everyone in the place is seeing a different sunshine

Seeing a different sun

Everyone in the place is seeing a different sunshine

Sunshine

Seeing a different sunshine

Everyone in the place is seeing a different sunshine

Sunshine

Seeing-ing-ing

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

Sunshine