Cool summer night in London, I woke up, and wrote to you
I could walk on the street, naked, thinking of you
You say, don't be naked, it's cold there
Then I saw a fox, crossing the street
Disappeared into woods in central London
I wonder, if it is just lust, like summer haze
You are fading away, but still
I see you sitting on a bench at Parnassus
I hear you talking inside Moffitt
I feel you touching my body with your mind
But I've never dreamed of you
I just wake up, and write to you