I know, this is frustrating: we thought we just made it, and then, disappointment.
But we will succeed, have no doubt. We want to get there, at the right place, on time.
The City knows us, she’s just making herself hard to get, who would not?
Lovers have to be patient, show their pain, but never give up. We won’t.
The old canal laughed in its beard… Remember when the rain drenched us, the little café, the trees in the park.
She’s waiting for us too, watching how we try, in pain, but with such understanding…