london is blue
the darkened park’s surely unengaged
its paths lit by magritte
houses too red; greenery too green
nobody wants this beat
the view across the ex-docks
underneath the city airport flight path
as seen from the lifting bridge
but your black box recorder says
the bridge won’t lift again
why did you go?
i’m lying low
when that’s the worst place i could be
you had to go
i’m lying low
letting the swell wash over me
we used to play in the water
lapping round the slip roads,
the spires and the office blocks
knowing our home was dry
albeit overstocked
but now it’s always empty
on shooter’s hill
they do their best
but they’re overwhelmed
resources overstretched
come home tonight
without you london is blue
i’m letting the water wash all over me