Bus Stop on Holloway Road

This is a carcass bleeding for a story

Crosswires rusting and silences falling

A violent boyfriend face flashes off

Is that all that happened to the so-called us?

For me the red walls and your bed very much calling

For my love last night and now it's very much morning

So if I've got a heart, a life sucking corpse

Empty chairs grappling on the spot

And just in her everything and everything she's not

For me the red walls and your bed very much calling

For my love last night and now it's very much morning

A violent house, firehouse for a mouse

Gave a context for stricken smiles

As she went with the dog and her untrodden miles

My always packed bag so heavy on my back

I returned for the millionth time and left again sometime after that

For me the red walls and your bed very much calling

For my love last night and now it's very much morning

Neil told me I love you and I do

I never knew that a bus stop on Holloway Road

Would be the last time I ever saw you

For me the red walls and your bed very much calling

For my love last night and now it's very much morning

And now it's very much morning