Big Ben

On Sunday nothing opens late, the clock across the river chimes It towers above the, we cross, we're bound for better times We join the flow that's headed west and start Letting go of what's kept us apart Arriving at forgiveness, free to face the wintertime Where memories rise out of the dark and play and shadows climb While we decide what still applies and what can go Clouds curl across the sky and the wind moans low And I'm free to find some understanding What used to be my world's expanding I see the city in her eyes, the river's rushing and the lights have changed And I suppose it's just my jealous streak Draws out a word and makes it last all week And turns and shapes it all into a noose 'Cos I can't bear to have the ends left loose But at my best, I do believe in love I can't conceive of only sky above Seems to me we get to choose this stuff Let's pick the path that's true, though the road is rough And we'll be up where the stars are streaming Glittering trails across the sky, still gleaming The city shivering below, all lit up, Dreaming of the Spring's soothing hand Don't scratch the surface for the sake of it Just because you know the ache will fit The hole inside this soft and soothing thing Where the soul is worn away and love still stings Like the wind that leaves the trees all standing Shy and naked as their leaves are landing Who knows where, carried on the air Life lends a hand and then it all starts again