Come Back To Camden


Drinking tea with the taste of the Thames, Sullenly on a chair on the pavement / Here you'll find, my thoughts and I, And here is the very last plea from my heart / My heart. For evermore, Where taxi drivers never stop talking / Under slate grey Victorian sky, Here you will find, despair and I / And here I am every last inch of me is yours, Yours, For evermore

Your leg came to rest against mine, Then you lounged with knees up and apart / And me and my heart, we knew, We just knew, For evermore

Where taxi drivers never stop talking, Under slate grey Victorian sky / Here you'll find, my heart and I, And still we say come back, Come back to Camden / And I'll be good, I'll be good, I'll be good, I'll be good
Petons!!! Marc.

Do you believe that there's someone up above? / Does he have a timetable directing acts of love? / Why did I write this song on that one day? / Why did you touch my hand and softly say. / Stop asking questions that don't matter anyway. / Just give us a kiss to celebrate here today. / Something changed.
When we woke up that morning we had no way of knowing, / That in a matter of hours we'd change the way we were going. / Where would I be now if we'd never met? / Would I be singing this song to someone else instead? / I dunno but like you said. / Something changed.




Get up, get out, get away from these liars / Cos they don't get your soul or your fire / Take my hand, knot your fingers through mine / And we'll walk from this dark room for the last time
Tell me that you'll open your eyes (x8)


