Brockwell Park - Red House Painters

In the night we freeze

And you want me to tell

In London’s lonesome park

Brockwell

But out here

I am distracted

As fire bombs explode

Bonfire lamps glow to the crowded road

If the days weren’t so precious

And no worlds where shorted wires had kept us

Things would be better than this

There’s an angel by the ocean I miss

And trips on the train

Before our lives changed

The mirror where I watched your naked body strain