She Is Far - Peter Doherty

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