[Verse 1] No lens can frame this morning’s fire, The city dressed in soft attire. Steel and glass in golden haze, London wakes in silent praise. [Pre-Chorus] The river hums, the skyline sighs, A hush beneath electric skies. No sirens scream, no engines roar— Just breath between the urban core. [Chorus] Give it back, the city’s soul, Give it back, before it’s cold. Oh-oh-oh, the towers gleam, And all that mighty heart… still dreams. [Verse 2] The rooftops glint, the windows glow, As if the streets forgot to flow. No sun has steeped this world so wide, In filtered light and quiet pride. [Guitar solo incorporating electric and acoustic.] [Bridge] Dear God, the buildings seem to sleep, Their secrets buried dark and deep. The pulse is low, the code runs thin— Let morning’s grace come rushing in. [Final Chorus] Give it back, the city’s flame, Give it back, not just the name. Oh-oh-oh, the silence speaks— And all that mighty heart still beats.
