Lyrics: Third Eye Blind. London.

Through the satellites,
I fight with you,
That local brew is spillin',
I know just how you spend your time.
I want to get my hands on him,
Somebody's party in a London flat,
You're where it's at and I know,
You want to see me loose my mind,
I'm tired of chasing after you,
The residue is jealous,
See me on the dark side of your mind,
I want to get my hands on him,
To a club that's pounding in the London rain,
The world could end,
We wouldn't hear it,
I know just what's on your mind,
I see the way your face has changed,
We're no good for each other,
You tricked me into coming here,
So let go,
l don't want to go to London,
I told you I don't care,
I don't want to go to London,
To live there,
I don't want to go to London,
All your friends afflicted,
I don't want to go to London,
She's addicted,
I saw you with him,
I know where you've been,
That nose is broken wide open,
Your way has got me out of line,
I want to get my hands on him,
You're so sick just to make me prove,
It takes a fight to move you,
I know just what's on your mind,
It's been this way a thousand years,
We torture each other,
So why the hell did you call me here,
And you know,
l don't want to go to London,
I told you I don't care,
I don't want to go to London,
To live there,
I don't want to go to London,
All your friends afflicted,
I don't want to go to London,
She's addicted,
l don't want to go to London,
I told you I don't care,
I don't want to go to London,
'Cause you're not there,
Even when I see you,
You're somewhere else in London