Come Back to Camden

There is something I wanted to tell you, It's so funny you'll kill yourself laughing

But then I, I look around, And I remember that I am alone, Alone. For evermore

The tile yard all along the railings, Up a discoloured dark brown staircase

Here you'll find, despair and I, Calling to you with what's left of my heart, My heart, For evermore

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