The evening in London

When the sun was sitting and the tube took me back

We went together to our hotel

She used to whisper to me and I didn't mind listening

I was sober, sometimes I was confused as well

So when the sun went down

In an hour and a half

She looked at me carefully

The sight was sudden enough

And I replied a trash to her

I just ignored her

I could have been more

Tender but my seriousness was aware

And there used to be phantoms about which I did care

I think I was young and I

Still suffer for what was just passed away

A long time ago.