Her name was Daisy His was Clive She loved the underground He didn't drive Got on at Temple Squeezed through the doors Sat by the window Stared at the floor She read the paper He liked her hair His shoes were dirty She didn't care He saw her yawning She heard him sneeze She liked the colour of his jeans And she thought she saw A smile upon his face And he caught the sound Of the way she'd say his name His seat was empty She'd caught the sun The doors were closing She saw him run Got on at Angel Out of breath He liked the colour of her dress Dragonflies Got through the doors Before they shut She dropped her paper He picked it up He spilt his coffee She smelt like tea He liked the colour of her jeans And he liked the way Her smile lit up her face And she loved the sound Of the way she'd say his name Dragonflies Dragonflies