The Film Of My Love
Was it always like this, still I don’t have a clue
On the distance the dreams came true back in the day
I was watching the film of my living with you
Documentary film, not a fictional play
The main scene was a room by the backgarden door
We were coming and going, and searching again
For your glasses, we laughed and we looked out for
Some uniclo tops you could buy at a bargain
The door to the kitchen you always left open
Pippa went back and forth, you were letting her out
Into the garden, and we both were hoping
That here’s our place, our real homeward bound
It was life in its ultimate implementation
Then it ended one day and I need to know why
The film director must have some information
But no contact is shown, no mailbox to apply.
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