I'm not nearly on your level Come meet me on the ground floor And when you get there will you hold the lift door And yes London is depressing Even on this summers day The suited men on scooters came and took all our joy away And maybe tomorrow we'll act on what we plan And maybe tomorrow we'll untie each other's hands I'm not nearly on your level But I feel closer than I was The last few months were tough but now we've cut the cause And yes London's still depressing Slightly less than yesterday Now we've escaped Those glassy eyesores saw us sun bathing in shade And maybe tomorrow we'll act on what we plan And maybe tomorrow we'll untie each other's hands And maybe tomorrow won't seem like quite so far And maybe tomorrow we will like who we are And maybe tomorrow we'll act on what we plan And maybe tomorrow we'll untie each other's hands And maybe tomorrow won't seem like quite so far And maybe tomorrow we will like who we are Who we are