Down in the park
In the last of the light
Among the stray dogs and families
I smell the bonfires, and watch the bombs
Fireworks burst above the trees
Into pillows of white cloud, and
Another year has gone
Now it is the fifth of November
I lock the doors, and
Swallow the key
And draw the curtains, closed forever
Down in the park In the last of the light Among the stray dogs and families
I smell the bonfires, and watch the bombs Fireworks burst above the trees Into pillows of white cloud, and Another year has gone Now it is the fifth of November
I lock the doors, and Swallow the key And draw the curtains, closed forever
Forever