A Wrong Turn And Raindrops

Killing time on
London Bridge before
Catching the last train home
The last train home

Sharing spring
Evening kisses taking
Pictures, throwing stones
Throwing stones
The nightingale and the rose

I've never been more lonesome
Life's never been less fun
She's no longer here
She is gone

Empty station, a wrong turn and raindrops, swinging
Her around as the sun goes down
As the sun goes down

Of her perfumed
Her perfumed body, oiled
The bedclothes smell
The bedclothes smell
I'm not sleeping well

I've never been more lonesome
Life's never been less fun
She's no longer here
She is gone

She's no longer here
She is gone