The Waterfront

I'll wait out the blue skies for you

Bring on the cold and grey

From the waterfront

To the Serpentine

From the kitchen sink

To the pantomime

When the avenues are empty

And the future's fifty fifty

And everything's on hold

I miss your point of view

The skyline leaves me cold

All the memories are hazy

Maybe I'm still coming to

From the waterfront

To the Serpentine

From the kitchen sink

To the pantomime