Letter To My Son

I found myself at the point where we kissed first
On a rooftop overlooking the East London mosque

They say, they say, they say, they say
"You can't go around breaking young girls' hearts"
I say, I say, I say, I say
Keep it casual, easy thing

And you looked so right in that red dress

Oh how I'd love to be a rock for you
To be anything you could rely on

So I'll try, I'll try, I'll try, I'll try
But I'll get caught out
So we'll try, we'll try, we'll try, we'll try
But we forget the lines, forget the lines

And you looked so wanton in the back of the car
Like you could start a hundred wars

See what trouble we could both cause
By the bedroom door, the kitchen floor
I tried, I tried, I tried
Oh Marlena, I'm too young
To be the father to our son
I tried, I tried, I tried

Forgive me Oscar