All the umbrellas in London
Couldn't hold my tears for you
All the raincoats together
Couldn't stop them flooding through.
All the corner policemen
In their parkas grey and blue
Dispensed several directions
That I should just pull through.
This place seems so empty
Since I lost your name
Wish I could bake cookies
And learn to be tame. To be taaaame.To be taaame.
And my heart in pieces
It just couldn't tell
Whether I had only lost it
Or was sentenced to hell.
Gone to hell...
Face yet uncarved slab of marble,
Eyes hidden deep within the palms
You come to my soul in a gargle
Of uneasy qualms.
My soul googles closely
At your featureless smile
Wish you came around
And we walked a mile
Alongside. Alongside.
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