Bedroom on the seine

I've been along this street before, I know these faces
And I've watched the orange banners
Beating breathless in the sun
The white clouds hanging in the sky, the noise of the children
And the echoes of a time that passed
Before it had begun
I trace the footsteps of a boy who wanted nothing more than everything
And nothing less would do
I hear the buses rolling by
I feel the sunspots in my eyes
Hold a photograph of you

Well I've been up, down
Living in a foreign country with my love
Well I've been up, down
Living in a foreign country with my love
Living in a foreign country with my love

Silent Sunday afternoons, we're feeling restless
Trying to work out how to dodge the priest
And find a place to go
Freezing Monday mornings, walking under white sky
To the cafe where my mind is fixed
On no one else but you
I wonder where you are these days
If you're connected to that time
Where your life is heading to

I hear the birds out in the trees
My song is drifting on the breeze
My thoughts are headed home to you

untitled

This is an edit of the backing vocals from Russian Punks with a huge
amount of reverb added. It kind of ends the first part of the record
which is so personal and specific in content, and opens things out a bit
more.

Sorry folks, no title & no words either!