The Walworth River
Sean O’Hagan
A pearl can rust and turn to dust
The room was frozen but it holds the moment when the sun comes ’round
Still today, this hollow day
An empty vessel on the portside settles to replace its load
Patiently waiting the silence to give
Songs in the making, from these walls a tune falls
Still today, this hollow day
We can’t deliver down the Walworth River, will the rain let go
High sided streets hold the shadow so well
Hiding the sweet golden detail in its veil
High sided streets hold the shadow so well
Hiding the sweet golden detail in its veil
A pearl can rust and turn to dust
The room was frozen but it holds the moment when the sun comes ’round
