Window Wide Open - Scritti Politti

She slept with her window wide open

And longed for the touch of a breeze

Stroking her skin with true lovers fingers

From Parliament Hill down to Greenwich it lingers

For seconds in a small moonlit room

She remembers how love feels for you

The days of the Crow Valley sweetheart

They mean something to someone I’m sure

Long, long ago in fairwater nowhere

He told her so much that it hurts him to go there

For fear that his future is sealed

Back there where the first breeze was born