Elara Vaux

Lyrics

The platform was humming, a low-voltage blur
I was your shadow and you were the cure
We stepped out to Mayfair, the air crisp and sweet
Where the luxury windows spill out on the street
I’m tracing the architecture, gold on the ledge
Living our lives on a beautiful edge
Every storefront a gallery, every corner a find
Leaving the rest of the world far behind.

And I’m breathless, I’m spinning, I’m checking the time
While the bells of the city begin their slow chime.

Oh, in this pretty city, London’s calling our name
Wrapped in the neon and the West End flame
We’re lost in the magic of Bond Street tonight
Under the garlands and the shimmering light
It’s a cinematic fever, a one-night high
Underneath a violet, London sky.

Then a dash through the lobby, our coats flying wide
We made it for the overture, slipping inside
In the dark of the theater, your shoulder hit mine
The stage was a dream, but you were the sign
That life is a movie we’re writing in ink
The world disappeared in the space of a blink
From the roar of the crowd to the quiet we found
When the walls of our hotel shut out the sound.

Then it’s just the pulse of the room, and the glow of the moon
Skin to skin, whisper low, it’s ending too soon
I’m memorizing the lines of your face in the dark
Leaving on my spirit a permanent mark
No noise but our breathing, no map for the soul
In the heart of the city, we’re finally whole.

Oh, in this pretty city, London’s calling our name
Wrapped in the neon and the West End flame
We’re lost in the magic of Bond Street tonight
Under the garlands and the shimmering light
It’s a cinematic fever, a one-night high
Underneath a violet, London sky.

The train is a heartbeat, humming us home
Past the brick and the river, the steel and the chrome
But I’ve got the photos burned into my mind
The kind of a treasure you can’t leave behind
We’ll take every street, and the breath that we took
And we’ll bind it all up...
In our London book.
(In our London book.)