Holland Park

The girl in long boots on the platform is carefully playing a game
For the boy in the back of the carriage whose finally single again
But you left the city after breakfast and I met you on the train
And we walked in Holland Park until it started to rain

You and your perfect arrangement; everyone stealing a look
Me in my place on the end of your arm like a second-hand book
You left me there at the station while I counted the trains
And I walked in Holland Park in the early evening rain