The Aislers Set - London Madrid lyrics

I took a picture of a fountain Walked away instead of counting All the hours I had left before I had to go Walking wanton a desperate city and the subway's cold And filthy but the homeless men are not aggressive But I'm still afraid of them because I can't understand the cold And the language that he speaks is not as foreign as the way I treat him. Thousands of miles in one direction Just to toy with my affection Emotional wayside will, I'm ill and I want to go I slept on the streets of London Thought I had a friend in London Until the bright lights woke me up and I'm still here But I'm not afraid of him because I can understand the cold. And the language that he Speaks is Not as foreign as the way he treats me Oh, and I want to go home