St Swithin's Day

Thinking back now,

I suppose you were just stating your views

What was it all for

For the weather or the Battle of Agincourt

And the times that we all hoped would last

Like a train they have gone by so fast

And though we stood together

At the edge of the platform

We were not moved by them

With my own hands

When I make love to your memory

It's not the same

I miss the thunder

I miss the rain

And the fact that you don't understand

Casts a shadow over this land

But the sun still shines from behind it.

Thanks all the same,

But I just can't bring myself to answer your letters

It's not your fault

But your honesty touches me like a fire

The Polaroids that hold us together

Will surely fade away

Like the love that we spoke of forever

On St Swithin's Day