Brockwell Park


In the night we freeze
and you want me to tell
in london's lonesome park
brockwell

but out here
i am distracted
as fire bombs explode
and bonfire lends glow to a crowded road

if the days weren't so precious
and no worlds where shorted wires had kept us

things would be better than this
there's an angel by the ocean i miss
and trips on the train
before our lives changed
the mirror where i watched your naked body strain