You must be loving your life in the rain

Someone send a runner through the weather that I'm under for the feeling that I lost today

Someone send a runner for the feeling that I lost today

Someone send a runner through the weather that I'm under for the feeling that I lost today

Someone send a runner for the feeling that I lost today

You must be somewhere in London

You must be loving your life in the rain

You must be somewhere in London

Walking Abbey Lane

I don't even think to make, I don't even think to make

I don't even think to make corrections

Famous angels never come through England

England gets the ones you never need

I'm in a Los Angeles cathedral

Minor singing airheads sing for me

Put an ocean and a river between everybody else, between everything, yourself, and home

Put an ocean and a river between everything, yourself, and home

You must be somewhere in London

You must be loving your life in the rain

You must be somewhere in London

Walking Abbey Lane

I don't even think to make, I don't even think to make

I don't even think to make corrections

Famous angels never come through England

England gets the ones you never need

I'm in a Los Angeles cathedral

Minor singing airheads sing for me

Afraid of the house, stay the night with the sinners

Afraid of the house, stay the night with the sinners

Afraid of the house 'cause they're desperate to entertain

Afraid of the house, stay the night with the sinners

Afraid of the house, stay the night with the sinners

Afraid of the house 'cause they're desperate to entertain

Afraid of the house, stay the night with the sinners

Afraid of the house, stay the night with the sinners

Afraid of the house 'cause they're desperate to entertain

Afraid of the house, stay the night with the sinners

Afraid of the house, stay the night with the sinners

Afraid of the house 'cause they're desperate to entertain

The National

England

The Rains of Castamere

And who are you, the proud lord said,

that I must bow so low?

Only a cat of a different coat,

that's all the truth I know.

In a coat of gold or a coat of red,

a lion still has claws,

And mine are long and sharp, my lord,

as long and sharp as yours.

And so he spoke, and so he spoke,

that lord of Castamere,

But now the rains weep o'er his hall,

with no one there to hear.

Yes now the rains weep o'er his hall,

and not a soul to hear.