Let us forget any sadness
together tonight
Pour me some wine
turn off the light
and look at the view from your balcony
London through your eyes
No one but you to keep me company
twenty floors up a high-rise
In a romance of the old school
if you lived in this tower block
you’d be a victim of the system
a subject for punk rock
But look at the view from your balcony
the sunset is searing the sky
and how proudly you are pointing out to me
London through your eyes
How like a prince in a castle
viewing dominions below
telling me now in a whisper
something I needed to know
And look at the view from your balcony
London through your eyes
No one but you to keep me company
1994. In the mid-nineties I had a boyfriend who lived in a council flat on the top floor of a block of flats in Bermondsey, which had a balcony with a magnificent view of the Thames and the City. The misery of living in tower blocks was (quite reasonably) a common subject for punk rock in the late seventies, but my friend had a completely different opinion of his.