Letter To My Son

I found myself at the point where we kissed first

On a rooftop overlooking the East London mosque

They say, they say, they say, they say

"You can't go around breaking young girls' hearts"

I say, I say, I say, I say

Keep it casual, easy thing

And you looked so right in that red dress

Oh how I'd love to be a rock for you

To be anything you could rely on

So I'll try, I'll try, I'll try, I'll try

But I'll get caught out

So we'll try, we'll try, we'll try, we'll try

But we forget the lines, forget the lines

And you looked so wanton in the back of the car

Like you could start a hundred wars

See what trouble we could both cause

By the bedroom door, the kitchen floor

I tried, I tried, I tried

Oh Marlena, I'm too young

To be the father to our son

I tried, I tried, I tried

Forgive me Oscar