Bermondsey

Down Long Lane I cycled to our place
Dropped the bike at the square, walked to Haven
I still hear the song of the ice-cream man
In the evenings when the sky was clearing

Pulled the blinds up, poured myself a drink
The red light was carving the carpet
And you‘re quietly napping on the bed
Half-eaten lunch, muted tele

There I’ll sit on my armchair and start reading
And this thought is sneaking in likе a shadow
Will this last? Is it us? Are you willing?
I was close, nearly thеre, to believe it

How pointless the fights and the screaming
“Tidy up, make the bed, never be late”
Now the girl’s gone and we’re just photos
The flat’s cold and the roof started leaking

Did we change in Havana or later?

We grew up in that strange land together
There I watched you become a sunset
See how time flies and we stay shattered
How’s the view from your tower now baby?

Did we change in Havana or later?
Did we change in Havana at all?