Hectic and sour
The traffic pollutes my sleep
Surely our final hour
But our love shall forever keep
As wise as I am
Through Albion I trek
Far away from Buckingham
Towards the gates of heck
She\'s left south
\"I know you\'ll pull through\"
Sweet words leave her mouth
Signed off with an \"I love you\"
For business has arisen
I\'m forced to return home
Taken too soon - imprisoned
While she waits for me alone
My thoughts full of her
And all the things we\'ll do
Where my heart does prefer
In bed next to you