Pickering Pick
Holland Park
The girl in long boots on the platform is carefully playing a gameFor the boy in the back of the carriage whose finally single againBut you left the city after breakfast and I met you on the trainAnd we walked in Holland Park until it started to rainYou and your perfect arrangement; everyone stealing a lookMe in my place on the end of your arm like a second-hand bookYou left me there at the station while I counted the trainsAnd I walked in Holland Park in the early evening rain
From Letras Mania