"Linen On The Line" lyrics

I swear I smelled your perfume on the train
Between Blackhorse Road and Tottenham Hale
And in Hackney I was back, but with a whiff
And it was hot summer, and evening
And the sky never set
Only navy leather and cotton candy
And it smelled like street-side nuts being caramelised
Like the corner of an L-shaped sofa
Like turning onto a street that you recognise
Unlocking a new section of the map
Like getting somebody's name right on the first try
Like fruit in the summer
Like tea in the oven
Like linen on the line
Like home