St. Swithin's Day

Thinking back now I suppose you were just stating your views What was it all for? For the weather or the battle of Agincourt And the times that we all hoped would last Like a train they have gone by so fast And though we stood together By the edge of the platform We were not moved by them With my own hands When I make love to your memory It's not the same I miss the thunder I miss the rain And the fact that you don't understand Casts a shadow over this land But the sun still shines From behind it Thanks all the same But I cannot bring myself to answer your letter It's not your fault But your honesty touches me like a fire The polaroids that keep us together Will surely fade away Like the love that we sopke of forever On St. Swithins Day