My two sides of a coin
From the enclosed overly parked side streets
And the bustling pubs where everyone meets
Where black cabs mix with red buses and telephone boxes
And the urban streets are filled with urban foxes
Where the sky is a constant bluish grey
Covering the millions that that go about their day
I am one of those, millions, known as Londoners
But across the sea I live in a place that rains and thunders
Where roads are as wide as the burgers they cook
And if you cross the road illegally they call you a crook
In a place where wide open plains cover the land
And where I find comfort in holding your hand
Where I don't need to drink beer till dawn with my mates
But would rather be busy building you gates
Where love is on tap with a family to care for
Regardless of what mess the dog does on the floor
My two sides of a coin that I will cherish endlessly
Separated for now, by the Atlantic sea
I will be back soon, I can promise you this
To hold and too feel the warmth of your kiss
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