Letras
I was his foreigner
And he was mine
We ate on terraces
And drank the cheapest wine
And he believed in me
Down by the serpentine
How was I to know
It was the best thing
To come along for a long time
I turned the page
And saw three children with smiles
I looked to see
What I could make of the youngest child
And as she blew the candles out
She turned five
How was I to know
It was the best thing
To come along for a long time
What do the people at the end of the world do
About time? What about time?
Their secret sleeps with me