There's a bench in Primrose Hill
I sit there and I wait for you
It's broken and old and forgotten
but I'll wait for as long as you need me to
I know you don't know my face
but our hearts have met before
And when we meet again you'll understand
it's been some time but you'll know for sure
It's raining and cold and quiet
it's foggy and lost and still
I know you'll be here soon, I feel it
but for now I shall wait on the hill
