Matylda

A hot cup of wine on a chilly afternoon

I look like a sailor and I drink like one too

We carry the torch into the night

Through the cobblestone alleys with wandering hands and wondering eyes

True poetry hides at the bottom of a frosted glass

We hide in the shadows to preserve our new romance

The mercury keeps rising as our hearts keep racing

And we turn away

Into the background we fade

And together we go down to the river

Together we go down to the river

Together we go down to the river

Waltzing Matylda with you

What to do....

It’s 3am, and it’s time to retire

The last of the last calls have been stacked on the pyre

And polaroid flashes remember our faces

So when our temples turn grey we’ll remember that day

A hot cup of wine on a chilly afternoon

You smoke like a chimney but you still look 22

I guess you still are and I guess we still might

Go skipping through the alleys to relive that perfect night