[bad word] BACK TO CAMDEN 
(Morrissey/Boorer)

There is something I wanted to tell you
It's so funny you'll kill yourself laughing
but then I, I look around
and I remember that I am alone
alone 
forevermore 

The tile yard, all along the railings
up a discoloured dark brown staircase
here you'll find
despair and I
calling to you with what's left of my heart
my heart 
forevermore

Drinking tea with the taste of the Thames
sullenly on a chair on the pavement
here you'll find
my thoughts and I
and here is the very last plea from my heart
my heart 
forevermore

Where taxi drivers never stop talking 
under slate-grey Victorian sky
here you’ll find
despair and I 
And here I am every last inch of me is yours
yours
forevermore

Your leg came to rest against mine
Then you lounged with knees up and apart
and me and my heart
we knew
we just knew
forevermore

Where taxi-drivers never stop talking
under slate-grey Victorian sky 
here you'll find
my heart and I
and still we say [bad word] back [bad word] back to Camden and
I'll be good
I'll be good
I'll be good
I’ll be good"