Leaving England Testo

Here comes the thunder storm in this mid summer heat.
And it feels like it's all coming down on top of me.
And it feels like it's all come down to me.

This evening I'll be leaving heading towards the east.
If you wait by the old oak tree,
I'll meet you there you can come with me.

At sunset we left England I never want to come home again.
Next morning we were far away, away from there.

The sweetest things these things you see fall out when these things happen.
The sweetest things these things you see dissolve without compassion.
The sweetest face I'd ever seen just fell apart in front of me.
Now what have I got to show?
Is this as good as it gets?