St. Swithin's Day

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