Flying into Heathrow, I know I've got a lot to think about Let's write off the day And go chill back at mine for a while Walking through the high street, my god Why do I feel so vulnerable The cars and the posters The people all look so different here From two weeks ago I'm under the spell of LA And I don't want to be here I'm under the spell of LA And I don't want to be home Jumpin' in a black cab, it's raining Watching the lights turn red again My driver he's seen New York But LA is one of them way distant dreams I close my eyes I never shoulda said goodbye I'm under the spell of LA And I don't want to be here I'm under the spell of LA And I don't want to be home (la la la la la la la la la la la la) (unde lay undlay ah ah unde lay uh ah)