Mayfair strange in the morning light. Mayfair strange in the summer night. Mayfair strangest in the afternoon. Mayfair stretching far above. Full of fame but lacking love. Could it be we see the
Thoughts of rain at sunset. Clouds of rainbow blue. Thoughts of sun on sand-dunes. Where the seabirds flew This was our season and we said, it couldn't end. But my love left with the rain Thoughts