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I took a shelter from a shower
And I fell into your arms
On a rainy night in Soho
The wind was whistling all its charms
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Now that this song is nearly over
And we may never know what it means
There is a light that shines before me
And you're the measure of my dreams.
Or, feeling less maudlin:
In the rosy parts of England, we'll sit and have a drink
Of VP wine and cider, so we can hardly think
We'll go where spirits take us, to heaven or to hell
And kick up bloody murder in this town we love so well. |
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