It's funny how the smile in your eyesnIs slowly fading with the last days in JulynThe year is drowning like the calendar grows thinnYou'll sail away again with your back against the wind. nnAnd when the cold wind blows your gonenAnd I will hold my head againnBut you can't run from the truthnAhh ooo oo the London rainnn_________ the beaches where the world is cold and weaknAnd press me flowers in the pages of the diary's you keepnI still don't feel the spot besides me in the bed you sleepnAs the calendar repeatsnnAnd as the cold wind blows your gonenAnd I will hold my head againnBut you can't run from the truth nAhh ooo ooo the London rainnnYeahnJust say it like you mean itnLife's like a summer on your facenI swear i believe that, nthat someday you will staynI can't take or leave it ni'll take it anywhere with you nI'll take it withnnThe cold wind blows, your gonenAnd I will hold my head againnBut you can't run from the truth nAhh ooo ooo the London rain