Lying by the lake in August, rolling in the leaves

Down by the water's edge

Sitting in your mother's garden, smoking Lebanese

Beneath the privet hedge

And though I thought I caught the warmth behind your smile

I could have been deceived

But with my tear-washed eyelashes

I should have been believed

And it would be alright now we have said goodbye

But you didn't even touch my lips

But you didn't even try

We walked across the fields of Berkshire, resting in the hay

And making daisy chains

Out along the streams and rivers spread across the way

And swelled with recent rains

Stepping home a little sadly, slipping through the trees

Much slower than we came

Till getting home I kissed you once

And you just spoke my name

And it would be alright now we have said goodbye

But you didn't even touch my lips

But you didn't even try