Down is your cellar
You're gettin' into makin' poison
You slipped some
Driving back in her car
Watching the wipers
Squashing the leaves away
Suddenly
You stood in the Bell Tower
But now you're gone
So who
It's been such a long week
So much crying
I no longer
In the warm room
Her perfume reaches you
Eventually, you'll fall for
Kashka from Baghdad
Lives in sin, they say
With another man
But no
Oh England My Lionheart
I'm in your garden fading fast in
Spent a lot of my time looking at blue
The colour