Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Warwick Avenue

When I get to Warwick Avenue, meet me by the entrance of the tube. We can talk things over a little time. Promise me you won't step out of line.

When I get to Warwick Avenue, please draw the past and be true. Don’t think we’re okay just because I’m here. You hurt me bad, but I won't shed a tear.

When I get to Warwick Avenue, we’ll spend an hour but no more than two. Our only chance to speak once more. I showed you the answers, now here’s the door.

When I get to Warwick Avenue, I’ll tell you that we’re through.

All the days spent together, I wished for better, but I didn’t want the train to come. Now it’s departed, I’m broken-hearted, seems like we never started. All those days spent together when I wished for better, and I didn’t want the train to come.

I’m leaving you for the last time. You think you’re loving, but you don’t love me. I’ve been confused and out of my mind lately. You think you’re loving, but I want to be free. You’ve hurt me...

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