London Conversation

[00:12.17] In a foreign city once again
[00:16.16] You wave at weakly in the night
[00:21.37] The early sun of London morning
[00:26.16] Burned the darkness with unanswered light
[00:31.82] But morning found you crying
[00:36.81] Waiting for a woman
[00:41.15] Where she left you in an empty state of mind
[00:43.85] Waiting not for her but for relief from passing time
[00:53.19] And a young friend talking softly
[00:57.95] As the mist keep tumbling down
[01:07.39] But the woman waiting for him near
[01:12.42] Stayed and told you of the peace that could be found
[01:17.88] And a fallen heart was woken
[01:22.63] In your tired waiting time
[01:27.98] And you thought you might begin again
[01:32.35] From all the ashes of your mind
[01:49.83] And though he used no poetry
[01:52.97] His words are weaving songs
[01:59.47] And the peace they were recalling
[02:03.95] Were good roads that you might have walked along
[02:09.76] And the skies you saw were all the same
[02:13.86] Although his words were not your own
[02:19.45] But the words and images you've spoken
[02:23.86] Are the ashes from a peace you'd never known
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