Charing Cross Road, 1937 by Wolfgang Suschitzky
Time's running out My feel fly over the groundIn the rain, over muddy puddlesMy skirt stained with dirt
Yet I'm hasty I can't afford to lose youI need to tell you Before you go
Just how much you mean to me Oh, why did I wait so longIs it because the thought Of losing you was suddenly unbearable?
Or was it because you were never mine To begin with?Don't leave me all alone hereWith just your memories for company
Bridge this distance between usTake me away to another worldI'm almost thereStay, stay for me...
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Published on January 06, 2016 09:13