Is it April yet?
I forget sometimes how slowly summer pa**es
You disappeared into Departures
Only half a year ago
It seems like so much more, you know
I went a fortnight without so much as an email
Then a postcard scant of detail
In which you wished me all the best
From the non-specific north west
Should it one day come to pa**
That you sit down to your memoirs
Where will this go?
The chapter in your life entitled San Francisco
Are you warm enough?
I remember how the fog comes off the water
And the days are ever shorter
And I worry you'll be cold
Or have you found someone to hold?
I spent the summer with the curtains drawn against it
Counting all the nights you've wasted
Under unfamiliar stars
Should it one day come to pa**
That you sit down to your memoirs
Where will this go?
The chapter in your life entitled San Francisco
Are you ever coming clean?
Or will I never know the meaning
Of the lines you scribbled out
So that I couldn't read between?
Are you ever coming home?
Or should I learn to do without you?
Should it one day come to pa**
That you sit down to your memoirs
Where will this go?
The chapter in your life entitled San Francisco