I want to write a love song to a city I barely know 
But how do you sell yourself to houses and roads? 
I’m trying to find the right words so that I can paint the air 
Or the colours to describe the smell of summer rain in my hair 
But I’ll never get the chance to say, just how much I care. 

Have you ever felt the feeling when your bare feet touch the grass? 
This sort of energy comes flowing through the earth 
And it’s a magical emotion, feeling present in this life 
And choosing experiences over hurt 
And I hope that you realise, what it’s worth 

Because the days are long, the nights are barely cold 
And this place has done the strangest thing to my soul 
On these busy streets I’ve made my home, I’ve made my home 

So how’s about that love to a song to a city I will never know 
This year has proved that difficulties come and they do go 
But I still can find some solace, in a walk along the riverside at night 
And in the pockets of the gardens where I sat and cried 
Lord knows I tried 

But here the days are long, the nights are barely cold 
And this place has done the strangest thing to my soul 
On these busy streets I’ve made my home, I’ve made my home 

I hope that you realise, I hope that you realise 
I hope that you realise, what it’s worth 

Cos here the days are long, the nights are barely cold 
And this place has done the strangest thing to my soul 
On these busy streets I’ve made my home, I’ve made my home