Lyrics England's Dreaming - Michael Weston King

He met her in springtime just before she left England
He swore that he'd be there the day she returned
It wasn't so long before they could not control it
His body would ache and her kisses would burn

She wore white to please him and he was not pleased easily
But he adored all she did, hung on every word she said
He never felt alone when in her arms he was sleeping
He felt so inspired he could take on the world

But a lifetime is such a long time
And we're so hard to please
And England's still dreaming and so is Louise

She was a party girl ten years in the making
Then one night she told him she was living a lie
To be a good mother was her one great ambition
And he knew in his heart there was no place to hide

The vultures were circling the clouds had turned crimson
Their sky, once so blue, was now a black silhouette
She told him to write her with his answer marked clearly
But her burned through her postcard with his last cigarette

But a lifetime is such a long time
And we're so hard to please
And England's still dreaming and so is Louise

Now she's not been eating or sleeping these past weeks
He spends his days with the walls and the floor
Sometimes late at night she still feels him inside her
His breath on her neck and his coat on her door

But a lifetime is such a long time
And we're so hard to please
And England's still dreaming and so is Louise