My dog and I
We fly a train
From highgate hill
To Bishops Gate
Old somethings
While we are traveling
Precious things
Are what we hunt and
You walked in
With Ariadne
You walked in
You saw I was
No longer young
Just rag and bone
But I can walk
This world alone
You walked in
With Ariadne
You walked in
Street is cold and
Hand in hand
With Ariadne
You walked in
I see you are
Alive again
You seem to say
That everything
Has gone away
You walked in
With Ariadne
You walked in
Street is cold and
Hand in hand
With Ariadne
You walked in
You saw I was
Bells will ring
When we are travelling
Precious things
Are what we brought
Hand in hand
With Ariadne
You walked in
You saw I was
Hand in hand
With Ariadne
You walked in
The street is cold
Hand in hand
With Ariadne
You walked in
You saw I was
