as i walk and move sleep and groove acting like myself im not
inside i am consumed by the ever distancing past
enphatically in love with the moments had
my memory has them in their grasp now.
so i sat in trafalgar square and i
watch street entertainment in covent garden
inside i think of where my hands were last night, the night before that
and also before that
incessantly smiling and chuckling to myself
being a rock romantic with a muse i must write a song bout how i feel
it starts like this
i met a girl from sofia
she said she liked me, well
i didnt believe her
next verse
she took me back to roehampton
said here we go
and then we got it on
i feel alright
woke up and saw her face and the sun
she were gorgeous, second to none
