I was drifting on a river I did not know
On any map that I owned
And in the darkness I thought I could hear signs
To let me know it was time
To drop the rope, and pull the sail
To let the wind become a gale
To let the stars decide what I would find
And as I watched the lightening tear apart the sky
The memories that were adrift
Came crashing through my mind
Of walking down near Hoxton Square
The smell of bluebells in the air
The feeling that the time was right
To kiss you goodnight
It’s true, I’ve cried too much
The bitter moon, and sour sun
The breaking waves that keep my mind
Running back to you
For months I’ve watched the sea
Turn from blue, to yellow-green
I feel the changes come to me as I listen for the sounds
That I may never hear
Of walking through Charles Square
With all the ribbons in your hair
At the time I wouldn’t dare to lay a hand on you
Through the splash and ripping tides
I’ve had the time to decide
That if it’s true that I must die
I regret you never knew
What I felt for you
Walking down near Hoxton Square
The smell of bluebells in the air
The feeling that the time was right
Of walking down near Hoxton Square
The smell of bluebells in the air
The feeling that the time was right
To kiss you goodnight
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