Intro: Sometimes late at night I sit up in bed and write Letters to London I use a pen and pad To try and prove that what we had Had to mean something I say, I miss a Hollywood kiss When soft finger tips Rolled like tears down my skin I didn't take care of A beautiful love Oh my God what have I done I let it become Letters to London I don't know where she went So I don't know where to send Letters to London But maybe they're for me Simple poet melody But I gotta do something Chorus: