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