it s funny how the smile in your eyes is slowly fading with the last days in july the year is drowning like the calendar grows thin you ll sail away again with your back against the wind and when the cold wind blows you re gone and i will hold my head again but you can t run from the truth oh the london rain please send me peaches when my world is cold and weak and press me flowers in the pages of the diaries you keep still feel the spot beside me in the bed where you sleep as the calendar repeats and when the cold wind blows you re gone and i will hold my head again but you can t run from the truth oh the london rain just say it like you mean it a last look of summer on your face i swear i believe that that someday you will stay i can t take or leave it i ll take it anywhere with you i ll take it anywhere and when the cold wind blows you re gone and i will hold my head again but you can t run from the truth oh the london rain