It's only far from it all that the caving-in really happens
Only where the blaze of her voice and the jazz in her eyes stop reaching out
London is strange growing stranger(s) like an icy cocoon
Blissful rain cleansing sorrow – not wiping it out
Turning all filthy feelings to diamonds only imagined
Here he sits on the steps of a deep childhood dream
As if centuries of grieving lay dust on his eyelids
Shaping another era of hope underneath
Thames comes out of the mist raging and turning
A merry-go-round of split memories
Here comes her fractured smile galloping on a white wooden horse
Armed with the fiercest sun-lumps nostalgia has
Here it blocks all entrances that he gapped in the dome

When all becomes out of reach he just swims at sea
Strange ways her steaming love makes of all heavens this
No place for two and drowning better than walking alone