thinking back now i suppose you were just stating your views what was it all for for the weather or the battle of agincourt and the times that we all hoped would last like a train they have gone by so fast and though we stood together at the edge of the platform we were not moved by them with my own hands when i make love to your memory it s not the same i miss the thunder i miss the rain and the fact that you don t understand casts a shadow over this land but the sun still shines from behind it thanks all the same but i just can t bring myself to answer your letters it s not your fault but your honesty touches me like a fire the polaroids that hold us together will surely fade away like the love that we spoke of forever on st swithin s day