luke的日记

On Waterloo Bridge, where we said our goodbyes,
The weather conditions bring tears to my eyes.
I wipe them away with a black woolly glove
And try not to notice I've fallen in love.

On Waterloo Bridge I am trying to think:
This is nothing.  You're high on the charm and the drink.
But the juke-box inside me is playing a song
That says something different.  And when was it wrong?

On Waterloo Bridge with the wind in my hair
I am tempted to skip.  You're a fool. I don't care.
The head does its best but the heart is the boss-
I admit it before I am halfway across.