Neva

Vapour trails and I won't move any nearer
But now it all seems much clearer
You shone the sun at my eyes
You think it's dark all the time
But I still have streetlights
And yellow days
Floating on the Neva
You're wrapping question marks around my neck
To make me wonder why I left

Grey days coasting on the memory
I gave it up don't tell me
Where you are these days
I won't ask you won't tell me
Where you are these days



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Writer(s): Francis Allen
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