If England Were What England Seems, Then We Would Only Have Our Dreams

I told you I was never going back,

I was trying to breathe evenly,

when the phone stopped ringing for the first time in a long time,

and you flashed that smile at me.

and then you opened up the window,

I felt the air roll in,

in the place where the world stops hurling,

in the place where your body begins.

you were staring out at the street below.

there was nobody there.

they built fire down there in the alley.

I saw the fires rising everywhere.

and then you opened up the window,

the north wind began to blow.

we were just a few short hours from something really special

and I heard you singing songs in lo-o-o-ve.

hey!