in the night we freeze  and you want me to tell  in london's lonesome park  brockwell  but out here  i am distracted  as fire bombs explode  bonfire lamps glow to the crowded road  if the days weren't so precious  and no worlds where shorted wires had kept us  things would be better than this  there's an angel by the ocean i miss  and trips on the train  before our lives changed  the mirror where i watched your naked body strain