The bridge over the traffic
Conversations after dark;
Endless walks on roads to nowhere
Moonlit faces in closed parks

The way she looked at you remembered
What this could make you do recalled
The quick defences and the temper
Didn’t bother you at all

“Sing to me,” she said
You were dreamers on the sidelines
Seeking magic
In somebody else’s world

Late Summer chill on your skin
And the light begins to fade:
Pass traffic lights and supermarkets;
Pass the streets where you felt afraid

The way she looked at you remembered
What this could make you do recalled
The quick defences and the temper
Didn’t bother you at all

“Sing to me,” she said
You were dreamers on the sidelines
Seeking magic
In somebody else’s world