Cold Grey Morning

Once on a cold grey morning
A working man was killed
He was building a bridge
Across the canal
He was standing on iron
Wet because of the rain
He was slipping and
Slowly falling down
And his eyes could see the town
All the houses were upside down
And the sounds of
The horns of the cars
And the bikes went by
Slowly falling
Through the chimney of a boat
And no one ever saw him again
Daidaidadaidaidodauh
On a cold black night
The rain is falling down
A woman on a bike
Is crossing the bridge
All at once a stranger
Is sitting behind her back
His arms around her waist
His hands still on fire
Are cupping her breasts
Dance with me, Lady
I’m falling
Into the water…