Il testo della London

You paint it all
You place yourself into
A world where all your idols are

You sail under the sea
You travel
Don't know what's in front of the way

An illusion
Is blurring your head
I'm sorry to say you won't meet freddy, jimmy or dave.

So come on please, don't get stuck in the past
But use it to drive yourself, to go on

Now you're standing in front of the door
Of the one who means so much to you
Waiting for a message, looking for a sign
He may have dropped or left behind
But the street is empty, you've come to a dead end
Can't you hear the red brick wall whispering:

An illusion
Is blurring your head
I'm sorry to say you won't meet freddy, jimmy or dave.

So come on please, don't get stuck in the past
But use it to drive yourself, to go on