Silk pyjamas, silk pyjamas. She was wearing silk pyjamas. Usual outfit, big pith helmet. Dr. Martens and silk pyjamas. . Said it was driving her round the bend.
Thirty nine and you need some leeway. Soon you're eyeing the overseas page. The trains're running late. As you close the garden gate. Step through your steel front doorframe.
I would never normally go bowling. On a Friday morning in New Orleans. But I like to come here to remember. The kind of places you took me. . Like the time we stole a Datsun.
I was fourteen. She was twelve. Father traveled, hers as well. Europa. Down the beaches. Hand in hand. Twelfth of never on the sand. Then war took her away.