Hair of golden sun, the light I’ll always know
Your laughter carries rainbows
I held you to the sky not long ago
Now there you fly
See how high you go

Driving her back to London
Home from home for her
Swapping tunes on iPhones
She plays Kings of Leon, I play her Rolling Stones
And time slips away
But all that’s gathered will remain
Driving her home now once again

Mine is not to know, mine is just to ask
I just want to know that you’re OK
I want everything to fit in place at last
All those pieces that we found
Just take away my best and then leave the rest

I’m driving her back to London
Home from home for her
Swapping tunes on iPhones
She plays Beach House, I play her Blur
Time slips away
But all that’s gathered will remain
Driving her home now once again

Walk without wounds
And light up those rooms with your face

I still might have some words for you
But none that come to mind
There’s not much vocabulary that I have left behind
And I hope I wasn’t too much
But you are loved and beautiful
So much more than words could ever know

London
Home from home for you
We’ve been swapping tunes on iPhones
I play you Bruce you play me Muse
And time has slipped away
But all that’s gathered now remains
And I’m driving you home now
Yeah I’m driving you home now
And I’ll do it again and again