We Share The Same Skies

A strange union the other day It's a dead Russian, the papers say But it would be nice if they realised That she thought 'he is mine' This town has got you down and I know I was helping you out While your hope died under northern skies and it shows I

It came to me like a voice from above Or like a message in praise of platonic love And if you stand in the booth Then you don't have to sit with a stranger A perfumed gust drifts to my core I give you one last look Through a cross-hatched door But I'