I've always loved the idea
of cold summers, and colder
winters.
I'm constantly drawn in to the
chaos of monotony,
days and days of aching
similarites.
I become mesmerised so easily
when I hear the voices different from my own
and think about you beside me
enjoying it as much as I do.
Oh baby, London calls.
With every inch of my body,
I long for the thrills and chills and spills of
the bustling city.
Nothing pleases me more,
except you,
and warm nights in your arms.

Imagine how much warmer it will seem
when the rest of our world is
four degrees.