Wicker Park
In the pages of every rotting book,
And every glossy magazine.
Staring at myself through your glass.
I found you at the cinema.
Eating stale popcorn,
Touching my face with your soggy
Buttery hands.
And it's been so long.
So long,
Since I got to love you.
And it's been so long
So long,
Since I got to hold you.
Keep me here.
Keep me home.
Don't leave again.
I found you down by the city,
Your nose covered in snow.
Humming me to sleep and snapping
Photographs of me,
While the meter was still running.
And picture says a thousand words,
Which is why I burned the one of you on my wall.
But the one in my brain won't light.
It keeps me up all night.
It talks to me,
And cries me to sleep,
And coos in my eye,
Like a dove.
So just let me sleep again.
Don't leave.
And I was just counting,
The days till I saw you,
God handpicked this one.
The day that I met you,
Sat down beside me.
And held me in your arms.
"Nobody said it was easy.
It was a shame for us to part.
Nobody said it was easy.
Oh lets go back to the start."
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