Brixton

Times' my achilles Been watching the pace, for the nights that I write these lines take toll Crying no light & no washed clothes Writing I'm closer to you Peer back I fold into you Seats back, CDs loaded, window lax Head rest, kissed necks but chipped shoulders Field views when you sit closer Clothes left in footwell, skin sits between us, seasons used to but now I see ya Heart left in Stockwell, northern line between us, but you know now I'm leaving I wanna be your best friend again but I know I can't call just to make amends Poor flowers petals picked and left stems I feel nought when I think about then If you go then I'll go and no one stays If you're there when I'm not then I'm on the way Brixton is different without you babe And I miss you Blushing lips Flurry on familiar hips And cruising love no labour, like wheat in a breeze And the weather that I share with the neighbours Ease on palms Touching face when I lay in between those arms Water still in baths' that lay hot, that's how I feel about you Like I'm running water till the boiler stops - but A daughter of the night and a subject sometimes Tides between my duvet at night Mind looms through nights when you cry I don't know what you do when you manoeuvre in the night - but I love it like Can I see more of it like I said no more lies I said no more lies on a night If you go then I'll go and no one stays If you're there when I'm not then I'm on the way Brixton is different without you babe And I miss you If you go then I'll go and no one stays If you're there when I'm not then I'm on the way Brixton is different without you babe And I miss you