i leave a bedroom still littered by you. i take the train into this city.
a broken heart is easily lost amongst the crush, amongst the rush on the underground.
carried by the moving stairs. there’s no need to hurry when you’re going nowhere.
he gave me the capacity to love and left as i was filling up. so i turn to you my old friend and say
take me in your arms. wrap your roads around me. nuzzle me with your crowds and let the quick warmth of commerce immerse me. because london, you owe me this much.
in the bars and cafes i waste away the day. the pictures in galleries give my thoughts a place to nap in.
i retire into cinemas. student passes, eccentric bastards escapees from the 9 to 5.
deeper into hyde park. i muddle where the grannies huddle. pigeons around my feet.
he gave me the capacity to love and left as i was filling up. so i turn to you my old friend and say
take me in your arms. wrap your roads around me. nuzzle me with your crowds and let the warmth of commerce immerse me. because london, you owe me this much.