Warm air blew through the Underground
It was frightening but somehow soothing
Knowing that death was only a gap away
At the time, I had to keep moving

Riding the escalator from the depths of the earth
Walking through tunnels in vain
London was an unfamiliar place to me
Yet happy memories haunt me again

The girl in the kiosk was beautiful
In a way that only love knows
She was pretty and sweet and helpful and kind
I would still marry her today. Life blows