Good would have to exist in this world if I were to win. Some days I am an island wishing I would sink for my sins.
Every love has its landscape. Every landscape it's baron winter.
We sat by the river talking of saints and sinners, of wonders and mountains and you never touched my hand, did you?
But I -
Cannot please
Cannot charm
Or win
And the Thames is thick
The warm weather is holding
And all I ever wanted was to be good
Maybe if I run fast enough I can get back the time I lost