Scritti Politti Window Wide Open
She slept with her window wide open
And longed for the touch of a breeze
Stroking her skin with true lovers fingers
From Parliament Hill down to Greenwich it lingers
For seconds in a small moonlit room
She remembers how love feels for you
The days of the Crow Valley sweetheart
They mean something to someone I'm sure
Long, long ago in fairwater nowhere
He told her so much that it hurts him to go there
For fear that his future is sealed
Back there where the first breeze was born
