Lyrics

I was his foreigner And he was mine We ate on terraces And drank the cheapest wine And he believed in me Down by the serpentine How was I to know It was the best thing To come along for a long time I turned the page And saw three children with smiles I looked to see What I could make of the youngest child And as she blew the candles out She turned five How was I to know It was the best thing To come along for a long time What do the people at the end of the world do About time? What about time? Their secret sleeps with me