St. Swithin's Day - Billy Bragg

    Thinking back now,
    I suppose you were just stating your views
    What was it all for
    For the weather or the Battle Of Agincourt
    And the times that we all hoped would last
    Like a train they have gone by so fast
    And though we stood together
    At the edge of the platform
    We were not moved by them

    With my own hands
    When I make love to your memory
    It's not the same
    I miss the thunder
    I miss the rain
    And the fact that you don't understand
    Casts a shadow over this land
    But the sun still shines from behind it.

    Thanks all the same
    But I just can't bring myself to answer your letters
    It's not your fault
    But your honesty touches me like a fire
    The Polaroids that hold us together
    Will surely fade away
    Like the love that we spoke of forever
    On St Swithin's Day


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