(Intro)
I hate this place
At Least it's central
I hate central. Central London's a theme park. I hate
Retro. I hate the future. Where does that leave me?
Come back?
You promised you wouldn't
Come back
How's work?
Oh, Jesus. Work's shit, okay? Do they have waiters here? I love you. Please, come back
I'm not coming back
Holding your hand
Our fingers intertwined
In a knot of emotions
My eyes fixed on you
And all the frecklеs on your arms
I caught your eye
Staring..
Not at me but at thе next man
A replacement for me
I guess to fill your void of love
And to create the void for me
Our hands unlock for the last time
Leave me again
We both know you will
I was cold beside you
Like that flame of love that has finally burned out