Waist deep in the Thames on a Sunday morning
She kissed all her friends goodbye and she rowed away
Rain came down on Kingston, we stood silent
She will reach the sea in a couple of days

Will you keep the picture safe?
We will keep the picture safe.

I went climbing mountains high above the city
Looking at the river stretched out like a map below
All her friends were scattered to the corners
Nobody understood why she had to go

I will get my story straight:
We will keep the picture safe.

On the evening news a mother drowned her baby
As I sat there, I knew who to blame
Halfway down Embankment hope was fading
Truth is nothing will ever be the same

I will never see her again
We couldn't keep the picture safe.

Face down in the Thames on a Thursday morning
Watch the picture float away.