blues and greys and greens across the river we went into winter london parks my darling monuments for blood spilt in foreign lands it s on our hands it s all across our faces photographs in paper bags and she is far she s getting so much further every day well youth was no excuse i will excuse you still for every single dirty magazine my darling monuments on margate sands staples across your hands and all across your face photographs in paper bags and she is far and she is getting further every day and all those rivers underneath the city flow with tears and there s another garden flooding every day photographs in paper bags and she is far and she is getting further every day