I dreamt we were standing. By the banks of the Thames. Where the cold grey waters ripple. In the misty morning light. Held a match to your cigarette. Watched the smoke curl in the mist. Your eyes blue as the ocean between us. Smiling at me. I awoke so cold and lonely. In a faraway place. The sun fell cold upon my face. The cracks in the ceiling spelt hell. Turned to the wall. Pulled the sheets around my head. Tried to sleep and dream my way. Back to you again. Count the days. Slowly passing by. Step on a plane. And fly away. I'll see you then. As the dawnbirds sing. On a cold and misty morning. By the Albert Bridge.