Alexei describes this as:

This song is lyrically the odd one out, like, the mirror of the themes of the album. It’s about folklore, traditional fiction in one very specific city, whereas the rest of the… Read More There was a girl, as old as the river

But pretty and sharp like you wish you could be

Seduced each of yr boyfriends a long time before you

Somebody call an ambulance, I just murdered a party

But don’t tell me that romance is dead too

Oh!

It was a fragment, kinda lost sight when the tracks bent

And the crowds moved in like the sea and you were drowned to me

I think you are the pale haze of the morning

You as the spark I want, you are the glance I caught

Everyone’s a story, everybody’s late for something

[Pre-Chorus]

Back in the real world, where the power works and the witches tear up their losses over the bridge

I question your beliefs, but I’m in awe and I want in on this

[Chorus]

These words you’ll never surrender, can’t hide in fiction forever

I write our luck in capitals

Oh!

From the shard to the shore, the city dances to death and taxes

I've done my edgework, I know yr signatures

I wish you were a stranger I could talk to

We could shut that door, we could chant those names

Everyone’s a secret, everybody’s hiding something

[Pre-Chorus]

Back in the real world, where the brickwork sprawls and the concrete climbs to stars you’ll never see

You ask me what I need?

Well I've seen "down", now I want "underneath"

[Chorus]

These words you’ll never surrender, can’t hide in fiction forever

I write our luck in capitals

And I’m still waiting

[Bridge]

There is no hidden door at Leinster Gardens

There is no London Below

So

[Chorus]

These words you’ll never surrender, can’t hide in fiction forever

I write our luck in capitals

And I’m still waiting