Misty Morning

It's been a beautifully warm and sunny day today, but you wouldn't have expected that outcome first thing this morning, when the fog was hanging thick over the streets and the last of the night's rain was dripping from the trees. At least it woke me up.

Anyway, let's have another blast of The Pogues.

I dreamt we were standing
By the banks of the Thames
Where the cold grey waters ripple
In the misty morning light
Held a match to your cigarette
Watched the smoke curl in the mist
Your eyes, blue as the ocean between us
Smiling at me

I awoke alone and lonely
In a faraway place
The sun fell cold upon my face
The cracks in the ceiling spelt hell
Turned to the wall
Pulled the sheets around my head
Tried to sleep, and dream my way
Back to you again

Count the days
Slowly passing by
Step on a plane
And fly away
I'll see you then
As the dawnbirds sing
On a cold and misty morning
By the Albert Bridge