Come Back To Camden

There is something I wanted to tell you

it's so funny you'll kill yourself laughing

but then I look around

and I remember that I am alone / alone / forevermore



The tile yard, all along the railings

up a discoloured dark brown staircase

here you'll find / despair and I

calling to you with what's left of my heart / forevermore



Drinking tea with the taste of the Thames

sullenly, on a chair on the pavement

here you'll find / my thoughts and I

and here is the very last plea from my heart / forevermore



Where taxi drivers never stop talking

under slate-grey Victorian sky

here you'll find / despair and I

and here I am every last inch of me's yours / yours / forevermore



Your leg came to rest against mine

then you lounged with knees up and apart

and me and my heart

we knew / we just knew

forevermore



Where taxi-drivers never stop talking

under slate-grey Victorian sky

here you'll find / my heart and I

and still we say "come back / come back

to Camden and / I'll be good"