Cold Grey Morning - Nits

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

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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…