Waist deep in the Thames on a Sunday morning   She kissed all her friends goodbye and she rowed away   Rain came down on Kingston, we stood silent   She will reach the sea in a couple of days      Will you keep the picture safe?   We will keep the picture safe.      I went climbing mountains high above the city   Looking at the river stretched out like a map below   All her friends were scattered to the corners   Nobody understood why she had to go      I will get my story straight:   We will keep the picture safe.      On the evening news a mother drowned her baby   As I sat there, I knew who to blame   Halfway down Embankment hope was fading   Truth is nothing will ever be the same      I will never see her again   We couldn't keep the picture safe.      Face down in the Thames on a Thursday morning   Watch the picture float away.