I remember the day - the day when I had to take you to the airport. And put you on a plane, and so you left me.. Left me alone on an empty tube train, deep under the ground,.
I was walking home to my house through the snow from the station. When the Springsteen came clear in my headphones with a pertinent question. Oh is love really real and do any of hope for redemption.
Tonight is her night and the city holds its breath. Caught twixt life and death. As she rolls in from the suburbs. The garrison flees and the city will burn.
Honestly, relax my dear. It's clear that we are done. It doesn't take a scientist. To figure out that one. It's obvious the way you move. The way you hold your head.