she is far

blues and greys and greens across the river

we went into winter london parks

my darling

monuments for blood spilt in foreign lands

it's on our hands

it's all across our faces

photographs in paper bags

and she is far

she's getting so much further every day

well

youth was no excuse but i'll excuse you still

for every single dirty magazine

my darling

monuments on margate sands staples across your hands

and all across your face

photographs in paper bags

and she is far

and she is getting further every day

and every river underneath the city flows with tears

and there's a new garden flooding every day

photographs in paper bags

and she is far

and she is getting further every day