London bridge is falling down
and with her goes my sanity...

Their quick cheap laughs deserve no spade
Their shallow graves of lowest grade...

I blew out the stars a long time ago
For what good will they do me here...

The gavel with its polished stained wood
fights for justice...

I could chase the world around
Just searching for the scent you throw...

He writes flawless words for her
Verses that past a great land...

Why do you leave me
when you know Im on edge...

She sits in the window
pale and blissful...

She left him with a glass of milk
and half a ham and cheese sandwich...

Sunlight streaks of warmth and marrow
Falls upon her deathly sorrow...

A silhouette stands by the window
She rebels against the light...

Sunshine has spilt on the deck again
blood red but happy, a wine not tasted but...