The Knights of Hammersmith

You pass me by like a vision; in the street, I’m dreaming

It’s a slow way to drown, in this warm, easy evening,

And you’re my only friend, I go down,

So I wander here, all surrounded in melancholy feeling.


Where else could I go, ignoring the bars and the faces here

You could be anywhere, far as the stars, silent as the cold

Here I lie, in permanent defeat:

No more words that I can spare, no more memories recalled.