This might seem Like an old familiar rhythm But I gotta pull it out When you're sitting It trips me out When London city don't wanna dance If you can remember the fields In a Whirly kind of way The Big Smoke captured you But you don't have to stay It trips me out When London city don't wanna dance If you're searching For a higher ground Can your spirit Awake just through sound It trips me out When London city don't wanna dance If you're hoping For an unconscious moment Short circuit the belief That you're just a component You tripped me out Now London city really wants to dance