Misty Morning, Albert Bridge

I dreamt we were standing by the banks of the Thames Where the cold grey waters ripple in the misty morning light Held a match to your cigarette, watched the smoke curl in the mist Your eyes, blue as the ocean between us, smiling at me I awoke subcon and alone in a faraway place The Sun fell cold upon my face, the cracks in the ceiling spelt hell Turned to the wall, pulled the sheets around my head Tried to sleep, dream my way back to you again Count the days slowly passing by Step on a plane and fly away I'll see you then as the dawnbirds sing On a cold and misty morning by the Albert bridge