On the offside, outside the factory where
the klaxon sounded every day at three
she would wait for me,
I would meet her and we'd walk back home
along the streets we knew paved with cobbled stones
and we'd imagine it was the road to Rome and
I was a centurion sent to save her,
we never
gave a thought to what may come, we
just enjoyed our moments marching
in the sun and then the lights
went out.
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 8:36 PM UTC
On the offside, outside the factory where
the klaxon sounded every day at three
she would wait for me,
I would meet her and we'd walk back home
along the streets we knew paved with cobbled stones
and we'd imagine it was the road to Rome and
I was a centurion sent to save her,
we never
gave a thought to what may come, we
just enjoyed our moments marching
in the sun and then the lights
went out.
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