Bermondsey

Down Long Lane I cycled to our place

Dropped the bike at the square, walked to Haven

I still hear the song of the ice-cream man

In the evenings when the sky was clearing

Pulled the blinds up, poured myself a drink

The red light was carving the carpet

And you're quietly napping on the bed

Half-eaten lunch, muted tele

There I'll sit on my armchair and start reading

And this thought is sneaking in like a shadow

Will this last? Is it us? Are you willing?

I was close, nearly there, to believe it

How pointless the fights and the screaming

Tidy up, make the bed, never be late

Now the girl's gone and we are just photos

The flat is cold and the roof started leaking

Did we change in Havana or later?

We grew up in that strange land together

There I watched you become a sunset

See how time flies and we stay shattered

How's the view from your tower now baby?

Did we change in Havana or later?

Did we change in Havana at all?