Dozing bumble, get off her shoulder She wants to be still, she wants to feel older Sunshine, shadows soften her hair Our fingertips touch, she wants to feel older We're citizens of town lying in a country field Gazing down upon her face And suddenly we’re lovers Tom Tom, she whispers low Don't forget my name Angel angel grubby face, I'll never be the same Tom Tom, she whispers low The train is going soon Angel angel grubby face, I love you Do you love me too? Sunday, oak trees, sing me a song Factory Street chimneys are lost in your branches Monday morning, workshop encounter Buses and vouchers, smoke and disorder Our city clothes offend your leaves Your naked sky demands the reason why we lie beneath your shade Because we love each other Tom Tom, she whispers low Don’t forget my name Angel angel grubby face, I'll never be the same Tom Tom, she whispers low The train is going soon Angel angel grubby face, I love you Do you love me too? Tom Tom, she whispers low Don't forget my name Angel angel grubby face, I'll never be the same Tom Tom, she whispers low The train is going soon Angel angel grubby face, I love you Do you love me too?