A Bus Stop On Holloway Road
This is a carcass bleeding for a story
Cross wires rusting, silence is falling
The violent boyfriend phase flashes up
Is that all that happened to the so-called us?
For me the red walls
And your bed very much calling
From a loveless night
And now it's very much morning
So if I've got a heart
A last hooking gasp
Empty chairs grappling on the spot
Ingesting her everything and everything she's not
For me the red walls
And your bed very much calling
From a loveless night
And now it's very much morning
Violent house fire house for a mouse
Gave her context for stricken smiles
As she went with the dog
And her untrod miles
My always packed bags
Are heavy on my back
I return for the millionth time
And left again sometime after that
For me the red walls
And your bed very much calling
From a loveless night
And now it's very much morning
Neil told me, I love you
And I do
I never knew
That a bus stop on Holloway Road
Would be the last time I ever saw you
For me the red walls
And your bed very much calling
From a loveless night
And now it's very much morning
And now it's very much morning
