History

I wander lonely streets

Behind where the old Thames does flow

And in every face I meet

Reminds me of what I have run from

In every man, in every hand

In every kiss, you understand

That living is for other men

I hope you two will understand

I've got to tell you my tale

Of how I loved and how I failed

I hope you understand

I've got to tell you my tale

Of how I loved and how I failed

I hope you understand

These feelings should not be in the man

In every child, in every eye

In every sky, above my head

I hope that I know

So come with me in bed

Because it's you and me, we're history

There ain't nothing left to say

When I will get you alone

Maybe we could find a room

Where we could see what we should do

Maybe you know it's true

Living with me is like keeping a foolepeat) this life is mine

The bed ain't made but it's filled full of hope

I've got a skin full of dope