hello...?

lickin the big ben

runaway

...morning is when heroes stand tall in the statues of men

and all the pigeons adore me and peck at my feet....oh the fame the fame!
someday they may use my head as a seat...well i can't wait, can't wait

rain if you want see the sun

we'll sing and dance and we'll find romance and we'll stroll to the edge of the world