And I loved a girl once From the same place as this band I like I hear her sweet missives in the angsty twang of their songs And when someone talks of New York I picture her running about the streets Before she knew me Breathtaken in the easy newness of it all And when I think of southern England I think of the trip we took to the coast Her bright eyes leading me from London Hands steady on the wheel and my thigh And I canβt visit the town of my youth Crochet myself through the crowds on Cowley road Without looking for her by the house she used to live in I see her body pushing mine into the red brick of the Middle Eastern takeway On that warm night in April when she first showed me her longing. And often when I'm in Clapham Driving past the couples walking slowly in the grey snowed-grass Iβm haunted by the common, dusty with bottle tops and the smell of smoking Light august rain as she cried at my swollen tears