All That’s Left Of The Summer

The lift to the ticket hall
The same clothes as the night before
The Covent Garden troubadour sings someone else’s songs
The newsprint on my fingertips
The perfume mixed with cigarettes
The gradual sunset casts a spotlight fleetingly across the market stalls

And that was all that’s left of the summer
That was all that’s left of the summer
The Hammersmith and City Line
The stinging bliss each time I close my eyes
That was all that’s left of the summer

The soft touch of lips like silk
The pain, the joy, the rush, the guilt
The hidden charge, the camouflage, it’s a work of art
The tail lights on a minicab
The push and run, the snatch and grab
The late night stores, grey paper bags
The fading days, the endless sleepless nights

And that was all that’s left of the summer
That was all that’s left of the summer
Until the night we met, the cloudless skies
The sight of you each time I close my eyes
That was all that’s left of the summer

And that was all that’s left of the summer
That was all that’s left of the summer
The night we met, the cloudless skies
The sight of you each time I close my eyes
That was all that’s left of the summer