Thinking back now
I suppose you were just stating your views
What was it all for?
for the weather or the battle of agincourt
& the times that we all hoped would last
like a train they have gone by so fast
& though we stood together at the edge of the platform
we were not moved by them
With my own hands
when I make love to your memory
It's not the same
I miss the thunder, I miss the rain
& the fact that you don't understand
casts a shadow over this land
but the sun still shines from behind it...
Thanks all the same
but I cannot bring myself to answer your letters
It's not your fault
but your honesty touches me like a fire
The polaroids that keep us together
will surely fade away
like the love that we spoke of forever
..on st. swithin's day
