(Jem Finer)

I dreamt we were standing

By the banks of the Thames

Where the cold grey waters ripple

In the misty morning light

Held a match to your cigarette

Watched the smoke curl in the mist

Your eyes, blue as the ocean between us

Smiling at me



I awoke alone and lonely

In a faraway place

The sun fell cold upon my face

The cracks in the ceiling spelt hell

Turned to the wall

Pulled the sheets around my head

Tried to sleep, and dream my way

Back to you again



Count the days

Slowly passing by

Step on a plane

And fly away

I'll see you then

As the dawn birds sing

On a cold and misty morning

By the Albert Bridge