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?
