It’s peaceful now. The afternoon is still.
The street is quiet. Voices very dear
Reach up the stairs, caress me like a thrill
From heaven. I am home and you are here.
You beside me on the balcony
The dark Aegean sea at dawn
And ouzo and water and cigarettes...
In Fulham full of misery
I had a friend, I had a choice:
Two parts in Scotland, offered me...
