Porcelain doll. Your mother runs an antique shop. She takes some stuff I take a lot. We sleep all day. Slow response. I'm feelin' like an afterthought. I guess I'm kinda lost in space. And London's okay. She don't even ask what time it is anymore. Dressed up like its World War 24. Sugar sweet. She loves it when it hits her teeth. The river hides the carousel. In London oh well. Coma comes. Like bullets from a candy gun. Delivers us into the sun. Of London my love. She don't even ask what time it is anymore. Dressed up like its World War 24. And if we get too high. We'll burn this town. We'll burn this town. We'll burn this town. Oh baby bring me down. Oh baby bring me down. Oh baby bring me down. Oh baby bring me down. I'm all yours. I'm all yours. I'm all yours