歌词
We're living in a story book of fairytales
Where sailing ships can't last through the storms
With no land in sight it's a wonder we're sailing at all
They can run a ring of roses round us
Keep running but we won't fall down
They stay up in the rafters but there's a rumbling underground
Wouldn't it be something if some truth came out of London
And fifty seventh street New York
It's what the world is waiting for
The wolves gonna blow that house down
He's traveling door to door
Then afterwards he's heading down, to the hospital wards
Wouldn't it be something if some truth came out of London
And fifty seventh street New York
It's what the world is waiting for
It's hard times on this side of the door
It's hard times and we've a long way to fall
Someday soon the boughs gonna break
And down will come cradle baby and all
Wouldn't it be something if some truth came out of London
And fifty seventh street New York
It's what the world is waiting for