She Is Far

Blues and greys and greens across the river
We went into winter London parks, my darling
Monuments to blood spilt in foreign lands
In signs/ensigns and toil/tall across our faces
Photographs in paper bags
And she is far
Ah you know she’s getting further every day
Well, youth is no excuse but I’ll excuse you still
For every single dirty magazine, my darling
Monuments on Margate Sands with summer…
And all across our faces
And every favourite river underneath the city aw
It floods with tears
And there’s a new garden where the living breathe