Hymn - Brett Anderson

Shining through the plate glass, hyacinths and Spanish stars

All day caught on camera

The climbing sun, the fading dawn, like a hymn to our love

Somewhere there’s a starling, gliding through the morning

Moving so slowly

The climbing sun, the fading dawn, like a hymn to London

Commencing, commencing, commencing with the day

Commencing with the day, commencing with the day