Counting Crows - Love from London - English subs

Of the world, I know nothing... Nothing but what I hear and see... Nothing but what I read. I know of no other countries... Even if I have been there. Major cities, I don't know them. Except for books... Except for the tv. I know of no other city... But the city in which I live. But she sends me postcards from Madrid... And from Moskow arrives a letter. With the most beautiful of stories God, she is so sweet. Yesterday from Lissabon... 'I miss you' and a kiss. Today from Prague a short letter... As she has so much to do. And tomorrow... When the mailman has found my house again... Than she empties her heart... With all her love... from London. Of the world, I know nothing... Nothing but what I hear and see... And nothing but what I feel. I live day by day... Without anxiety and without a goal. Distant countries I don't know... Except for my atlas... And I dream of it every night. But I only dream those countries... Where she ever thought of me. Like a sweet and deep belief... On the wall of my profound thoughts... Is a giant map of the world waiting... For her to come back. With her travels on my mind... I plant flags in the earth... Same shade, same significance. But she sends me postcards from Madrid... And from Moskow arrives a letter... With the most beautiful of stories... God, she is so sweet. Yesterday from Lissabon... 'I miss you' and a kiss. Today from Prague a small letter... As she has so much to do. And tomorrow.. When the mailman has found my house again... Than she empties her heart... With all her love... (From London) From London.