They stood upon the bridge and he held her hand tight
The sunset by the Thames was such a beautiful sight
The rooftops over London seemed to glow in the light
And the night was calling
Seventeen and the world at their feet
They laughed along the river to Piccadilly
She hoped that maybe someday he'd go down on one knee
And she squeezed him tightly
 
They talked about the future as he walked her back home
The night's young lovers don't notice the cold
He kissed her on the lips and turned back to the road
He felt warm inside
He cut across the park and someone asked for a light
He stepped into the shadows but met with a knife
They came to take his wallet but they left with his life
And they never thought twice
 
The childern join hands as she leaves her man with one last kiss
And what have we done?
How did [bad word] to this?
 
She stood upon the bridge and she crossed her arms tight
The sunset by the Thames didn't look quite so bright
She got to be a widow before being a bride
And that can't be right