7th or St. Tammany.
I say goodbye to her, and we kiss—
I take the U8 from Hermannstraße.
It is raining— this album to me is rain
And leaving, repetition, sadness,
Hoarding beer bottles to buy bread,
Arguments and balcony brunches,
But mainly leaving, rain,
Drifting— pain, loss and the like
Here, once again in this city, etc.
I am sat on a National Express coach
When Vices comes on for the first time,
Some three years earlier—
(I am returning to Berlin
With a love, who is now an old love)
It covers me, like a soft woolen blanket.
I look on, out into the sweet night,
At Stanstead, gleaming, glinting—
Forwards, forwards, onwards, etc.