London’s not a place to earnBut if you’re rich, you’ll love the turnDon’t talk to me about lossesOr troubles waiting at the doorDon’t tell me about growing olderAnd please — no politics, evermoreI know how doors can close in silenceI know how love can turn to silenceBut there’s one address I still rememberI find the shop stays bright foreverWhere diamonds catch the evening sunGraff — still shining when dreams are goneWhen you lose your heart, your youth, your graceThe diamonds don’t cry, they keep their placeStill brilliant, fierce, they brightly glow —The Graff butterfly, the one I knowFunny how this butterfly’s flightIs not for a moment — it’s for lifeLondon’s not a place to earnBut if you’re rich, you’ll love the turnLondon’s full of sparkling showsBallets, musicals, voices that flowEveryone’s running, chasing timeThe pubs are crowded, the bells still chimeI lost the keys to yesterday’s songBut one address stays always openI beg you — no politics hereNo talks of aging, no pain, no fearJust offer champagne, some silk to wearMaybe scent of flowers in the airAnd if someday things don’t go as plannedThere’s still an address that stays open and standsLondon’s not a place to earnBut if you’re rich, you’ll love the turnLondon’s not a place to earnBut if you’re rich, you’ll love the turn