St. Swithin's Day

Thinking back now
I suppose you were just stating your views
What was it all for?
For the weather or the Battle of Agincourt?
And the times that we all hoped would last
Like a train that has gone by so fast
And though we stood on the edge of the platform
We were not moved by them

With my own hands
When I make love to your memory
It's not the same
I miss the thunder, I miss the rain
And the fact that you don't understand
Cast a shadow over this land
But the sun still shines from behind it

And so the same
I just can't bring myself to answer your letters
It's not your fault
But your honesty touches like fire
And the cord that holds us together
Will surely fade away
Like the love that we thought for forever
On St Smithen's Day