First Love

My first love is belief in
The castles that I'm building
God I'm glad to see you
Storming my cathedral

Remember me?
Remember me

My second is a scene
From Baudelaire's ravine
I emptied my oasis
Into deserts full of dreams

Remember me?
Remember me

My third is growing wild
In the gardens of our mind
I'd pick up roses silently
And hand them to a child

Remember me?
Remember me

Remember me?
Remember me

Martin Bowes