Don't Think, Feel so Good!
In the all-night cafe, at a quarter past eleven
Same old man sitting there, on his own
Looking at the world, over the rim of his tea-cup
Each tea lasts an hour, then he wanders home alone
So how can you tell me, you're lonely
And say for you the sun don't shine?
Let me take you by the hand,
And lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something, to make you change your mind
Same old man sitting there, on his own
Looking at the world, over the rim of his tea-cup
Each tea lasts an hour, then he wanders home alone
So how can you tell me, you're lonely
And say for you the sun don't shine?
Let me take you by the hand,
And lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something, to make you change your mind