B.A. said he wold love me more,
if I could think like a man.
We strolled through the Pleasure Beach,
through the town,
then onto the road where trams passed.
I was angry,
but forgave him anyhow.
I was his heart when he was my very cold air,
we went through rivers, streams and the sea.
Dissolved, pulled apart and merged into one.
I was his heart, his life and his well-being.
He was my heart, my life and my very history.
All the love he said fell into thin air of February,
I capture nothing.
I was hungry as a hunter, hungry for something
to hold, to love and to care.
He kissed me again and again,
I kissed the eyes again and again,
I sucked the thin air into my lungs,
taste no sweetness in my tongue.
Our love was like Blackpool,
only the best when in the summer.