"When I met you on the cathedral steps
You were the English rose who pierced my lonely heart with your thorns
You're cheeks was flushed as a ...
and the autumn colours buried in your hair inscribed with the ruins of the love itself
I took your pale hand and led you through London's forgotten alleyways
and down beside the meandering swillen river Thames
Through the railings of queens house we saw crows plucking on the gore entrails of dead cat
But I was lost in the green balls of your eyes
As we recall our favourite Shakespeare in sonnets
we scattered breadcrumbs among the squabbling pigeons in Greenwich park
I try to kiss you beside the pond and that's when you told me that you were engaged with another man
You said this would be our last encounter
and thanked me for the time we've spend together on that hot, Sunday afternoon
So I urge you behind the boathouse, grab your delicate throat in my two shaking hands and took the light from you in a jealous rage"
You were the English rose who pierced my lonely heart with your thorns
You're cheeks was flushed as a ...
and the autumn colours buried in your hair inscribed with the ruins of the love itself
I took your pale hand and led you through London's forgotten alleyways
and down beside the meandering swillen river Thames
Through the railings of queens house we saw crows plucking on the gore entrails of dead cat
But I was lost in the green balls of your eyes
As we recall our favourite Shakespeare in sonnets
we scattered breadcrumbs among the squabbling pigeons in Greenwich park
I try to kiss you beside the pond and that's when you told me that you were engaged with another man
You said this would be our last encounter
and thanked me for the time we've spend together on that hot, Sunday afternoon
So I urge you behind the boathouse, grab your delicate throat in my two shaking hands and took the light from you in a jealous rage"
