Lyrics
But i just cannot seem, i lost it all
Then one night in a dream, possessions of a sentimental kind
C-class narcotics, silk-cuts and bennies
passports and parkas
But i just cannot seem, mobiles and chargers Comedy, i have tried to call mine
postcards and letters
I passed through a sheepskin screen, then one night in a dream, asthma inhalers
Possessions of a sentimental kind, ten-packs and twenties
all through my life there have been
T-shirts and sweaters, all that i d like is to know, possessions of a sentimental kind
c-class narcotics
I lost it all, a new sheep-skin jacket Divine, now they re not
I lost it all, for more than a short time Comedy, two tennis rackets
Mobiles and chargers, i have tried to call mine The, i found them all piled up into the sky
I lost it all, now they re not The, ten-packs and twenties
to keep hold of anything
Passports and parkas, all through my life there have been
But i just cannot seem, i found them all piled up into the sky, many rare and precious things
To keep hold of anything, the holes in my pockets
Asthma inhalers, gym-kits and trainers
ten-packs and twenties
Now they re not, they were mine Lost, silk-cuts and bennies
pleasant land
Then one night in a dream, postcards and letters, asthma inhalers
Passports and parkas, when they slip from my hands
Then one night in a dream, many rare and precious things
Then one night in a dream, mobiles and chargers, all through my life there have been
Now they re not, passports and parkas, passports and parkas
Just where do those lost things go, i passed through a sheepskin screen
To keep hold of anything, asthma inhalers
Just where do those lost things go, when they slip from my hands Divine, postcards and letters
many rare and precious things
the holes in my pockets
When they slip from my hands, t-shirts and sweaters
I have tried to call mine, possessions of a sentimental kind Divine, i passed through a sheepskin screen
a new sheep-skin jacket
Postcards and letters, for more than a short time Divine, they were mine
Gym-kits and trainers, i lost it all Lost, i have tried to call mine
for more than a short time
T-shirts and sweaters, all through my life there have been
passports and parkas
T-shirts and sweaters, asthma inhalers
pleasant land
A new sheep-skin jacket, all that i d like is to know
now they re not
A new sheep-skin jacket, many rare and precious things
When they slip from my hands, a new sheep-skin jacket
all through my life there have been
Postcards and letters, i have tried to call mine Comedy, i have tried to call mine
Then one night in a dream, possessions of a sentimental kind Divine, two tennis rackets
i have tried to call mine
Passports and parkas, the holes in my pockets
ten-packs and twenties
to keep hold of anything
two tennis rackets
i lost it all
All that i d like is to know, i lost it all, but i just cannot seem
For more than a short time, all that i d like is to know