a year on

365 days, 12 months, a year
Made strangers in time.

Flying above, city of broken dreams
Each building whispers your soul
But my heart can't remember
the blood you transfused, electricity

South Bank, Belgium's waffles promenade
Telling of those trapped dreams
Broken in not knowing
Tempted by love of, mediocre

365 days, 12 months, a year
Made strangers in time

Underground, poster conspiracy
'Gordon's' roof to floor
But your name will not
grace my lips, unnecessarily

Monarcy, Kings Grove to New Cross Gate
As far as Prince and Pauper
What's of you, what's of me
Ironic wishes; locality

365 days, 12 months, a year
Made strangers in time