Come Back To Camden
There is something I wanted to tell you,It's so funny you'll kill yourself laughingBut then I, I look around,And I remember that I am alone,Alone.For evermore
The tile yard all along the railings,Up a discolored dark brown staircaseHere you'll find, despair and I,Calling to you with what's left of my heart,My heart,For evermore
Drinking tea with the taste of the Thames,Sullenly on a chair on the pavementHere you'll find, my thoughts and I,And here is the very last plea from my heartMy heart. For evermore,Where taxi drivers never stop talkingUnder slate grey Victorian sky,Here you will find, despair and IAnd here I am every last inch of me is yours,Yours,For evermore
Your leg came to rest against mine,Then you lounged with knees up and apartAnd me and my heart, we knew,We just knew,For evermore
Where taxi drivers never stop talking,Under slate grey Victorian skyHere you'll find, my heart and I,And still we say come back,Come back to CamdenAnd I'll be good, I'll be good,I'll be good, I'll be good