Richardson Road

One more

Every time I walk down Richardson Road
I see the life you could have had there if you'd wanted
The early sun that catches shop windows
In the mist makes mirrors in the lists of errors
Our suburban pleasures
Suburban pleasures
Suburban pleasures

The comfort of the café a lifetime ago
Sons are on the mobiles in the middle distance
Just above the rooftops of Richardson Road
With the quiet mothers becoming light as feathers
Becoming light as feathers
Becoming light as feathers
Becoming light as feathers
Through the English weather
Over gorse and heather
Becoming light as feathers
Becoming light as feathers
Becoming light as feathers
Becoming light as feathers
Through the English weather
Over gorse and heather
Becoming light as feathers