As I wonder out and gasp for fresh air
My soul renewed, my confidence completely lost
I wonder through the streets and through the crowds
In search of destination
And as the rythm of the train and track consumes me
Leavind all evening standards and oyster cards behind
I find myself longing not for my muse
Not for the fish and chips we had the first night there
Not even for the smell of water as it turns and changes direction
But for you, your sometimes vacant eyes
The way the fingers with sensation get lost somewhere
Above my elbow bellow my shoulder
Leaving it all to carrying on gathering dust
The sensation of reinvention and of birth
Left all now quite behind in the train carriage
That kinda smelt of death
But as the night swallows me up
And the dark provides all the fear along with
My heels going tik tuk tuk
I hope I can find you again
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