Two Continents by Edward Bell from London United Kingdom

two continents
drinking the red wine we started together,
i'm wishing that you were still here,
but you've gone away on your plane to the southlands,
a million miles from here
you're off to the land where men cower from the devil,
and where superstitions abound,
here i remain where the companies battle
for every single pound
i'm lonely on two continents,
london's never felt so cold
santiago beckons, i'm not sure but reckon
you and i can manage thirty days apart
buenos aires calls, and i just think i'm falling
in and out of lonely love with you
i went to a gig where men sang of their lovers,
but i knew i was missing mine more
i drank some champagne whilst i sat in the corner,
a rich man alone is still poor
lonely across two continents,
london feels bitterly cold
santiago beckoned, wasn’t sure but reckoned
you and i could manage thirty days apart
buenos aires called, and i knew i was falling
in and out of lonely love with you
there comes a moment when the bubble bursts,
when push comes to shove
you think of walking away, and sparing yourself the pain,
but you can't…
finished the red wine we started together,
i’m done wishing that you were still here,
you’ve come back home on your plane from the southlands
and now you’re sat right here…you’re staying near