Letter to My Son

I found myself at the point where we kissed first
On a rooftop overlooking the East London mosqueThey said, they said, they said, they said
You can't go around breaking young girl's hearts
I say, I say, I say, I say, keep it casual, easy, babeAnd you looked so right in that red dressOh, how I'd love to be a rock for you
To be anything you could rely onSo 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 linesAnd you looked so wanton in the back of the car
Like you could start a hundred warsSee what trouble we could both cause
By the bedroom door, the kitchen floor
I tried, I tried, I tried, I tried, I tried, I tried
I'll leave it unto them to be a father to a son
I tried, I tried, I tried, I tried, I tried, I triedForgive me autumn, forgive me autumn
Forgive me autumn, forgive me autumn
Forgive me autumn