World War 24

Porcelain Doll
Your mother runs and antique shop
She takes some stuff
I take a lot

We sleep all day

Slow response
I’m feeling like an after thought
I guess I’m kinda lost in space
An London’s okay

She don’t even ask what time it is anymore
Dressed up like it’s World War 24

Sugar sweet
She loves it when it hits her teeth
The river hides the carousel
In London, oh well

Coma comes
Like bullets from a candy gun
Delivers us into the sun
In London my love

She don’t even ask what time it is anymore
Dressed up like it’s World War 24

And if we get too high
We’ll burn this town

Oh baby, bring me down

I’m all yours
I’m all yours