I saw your picture in the Evening Standard:
you were wearing your battle dress.
I really must confess
that I shed a silent smile for you -
it had really blown my mind,
I wonder, are you still so kind?
Are you still so pure?
There are other rhymes around here somewhere,
but I`m not sure how they fit...
Jenny, penny for your thoughts, I wonder how you`re
thinking now;
I hesitate to visualise: our worlds are much too
different,
that`s a sign of the times.
Time was when I read your cards
and wrote the numbers in the dust;
I can`t remember what they were, but anyhow,
I missed the cusp
so, so long, and so, goodbye
Do you think I`ll recognise you by your hair
or by you mind now?
We start out together
but the paths all divide:
when there areno more crossroads
I open my eyes
and find I`m walking on alone
through the snowy cold...
I wonder if I`ll make it through the night?
I`m an author and an actor too;
you`re a model in the zoo...
I`m just thinking on which side of the bars
I`m looking through.
If I prophesied an avalance
would you wait and call my bluff?
If I gave you just a little song
would that be enough
to save your life
or is the knife already turning in my hand?