please be still
(the london blues)

your eyes run wild - you’re shivering cold and you want to weep

and in the night, you will not rest, you will not sleep

you throw fire at me, and the only thing it proves

is you’re caught in the hand of the london blues

in this game, the rules were ours to state or hide

so we’re to blame for knowing when we’re wrong, not when we’re right

and if you count the score, we know we both will lose

’cause you’re caught in the hand of the london blues

but if you’re crying, i’ll bring down the stars and sky to save you

believe me, please be still

you’re crying, but i’ll sing this lullaby to heal you

believe me, please be still

we’ve seen despair - we shut all daylight from our eyes

there’s comfort there, but the better angel you despise

can hide in darkness and can walk in silent shoes

when you’re caught in the hand of the london blues

you say i failed you; you cannot forget and will not forgive

as if i sailed through, as if your life were mine to live

you tell no lies, but then there’s more than just one truth

and you’re caught in the hand of the london blues

but if you’re crying…

we are the damned; we are the wrecks on shelley’s shore

you take my hand, that we may return to suffer more

the great centripetal force controls your every move

when you’re caught in the hand of the london blues

and if you’re crying…

written by tom yates 26 september 2011

tom yates - vocal, acoustic guitar, keyboard, cellos
lloyd hanson - electric guitar, bass
raymond manson - backing vocals
roland xavier v - drums