Wandsworth Windows

Big Wandsworth windows
Pleasure in the panes
Redwood pine trees
Growing out of their frames
Lifting the paint
Raising Basement Flat A stories high
When you're inside
I used to glance out of them, now I am gazing in
You ain't cleaned your windows since
I've seen saints in the stains
Words and verses in your curtain's frayed lace
Fear found a place in me

In your grandparents' basement in Wandsworth we shared some space
Then I moved away
Not far geographically
But a hard march of a thousand days
In the blue light of the heart's highway
In the landscape of love and blame

Well the artist upstairs left you sketches of Spain
I gave my youth to you
You gave me everything
You coulda gave



Credits
Writer(s): Eli Carvajal
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