The thames is wild tonight. The top of the shard is just out of sight. And the moon's not full but it's still bright, as the ghosts dance round the streetlights.
My killer, my love, it's the sweetest kind of giving up. And this old white flag keeps burning up. So I'll light a fire and dance as the smoke engulfs our last romance. As palaces rise up from the ground you lift me up and spin me around and then as night falls see how they tumble.
With the candles making shadows you trace your fingers across my skin, like a wave that breaks me and drags me back in. And with each perfect apocalypse of you and me I want like a criminal and I love like a thief. With each knife in my back each footstep leads straight to your arms so easily.
My killer, my love, it's the sweetest kind of giving up. And this old white flag keeps burning up. So I'll light a fire and dance as the smoke engulfs our last romance. As palaces rise up from the ground you lift me up and spin me around and then as night falls see how they tumble.
La la la la, la la la la, la la la la, la la la la.
Spin me around again, spin me around, spin me around again, spin me around.
Spin me around again, spin me around, spin me around again, spin me around.
Spin me around again, spin me around, spin me around again, spin me around.
Spin me around again, spin me around, let's go around again, let's go around.