: Trudging slowly over wet sand Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen This is the coastal town That they forgot to close down Armageddon -
: An afternoon nostalgia Television show You spoke in silhouette (but they couldn't name you) Though the panel were very polite to you Oh, but I remembered
: Were you and he Lovers ? And would you say so if you were ? On a forecourt On a Friday Passing my way Oh... Were you and he Lovers ? And if you were
to him gently "Shelve your plans; shelve your plans, shelve them" Bengali, Bengali It's the touchy march of time that binds you Don't blame me Don't hate
: Winter coming Winter push on (push on) Oh, winter push on Winter is so long Winter moves on The last night on Maudlin Street Goodbye house, goodbye
those awful times I want to see all my friends tonight Yes, you found love, but you weren't At peace with your life Home late, full of hate Despise
: Why do you come here ? And why do you hang around ? I'm so sorry I'm so sorry Why do you come here When you know it makes things hard for me ? When
: I don't mind I don't mind if you forget me Having learned my lesson I never left an impression on anyone So now you send me your hardened 'regards
: The kind people Have a wonderful dream Margaret On The Guillotine Cause people like you Make me feel so tired When will you die ? When will you
: Ordinary boys, happy knowing nothing Happy being no-one but themselves Ordinary girls, supermarket clothes Who think it's very clever to be cruel
: Here is London, giddy of London Is it home of the free - Or what ? Can you squeeze me Into an empty page of your diary And psychologically save
: Angel, Angel Don't take your life tonight I know they take And that they take in turn And they give you nothing real For yourself in return But when
: Further into the fog I fall Well, I was just Following you! When you said : "Do as I do and scrap your fey ways" (Dial-A-Cliche) "Grow up, be
Angel, Angel Don't take your life tonight I know they take And that they take in turn And they give you nothing real For yourself in return But when
Were you and he Lovers ? And would you say so if you were ? On a forecourt On a Friday Passing my way Oh... Were you and he Lovers ? And if you were
news to him gently "Shelve your plans; shelve your plans, shelve them" Bengali, Bengali It's the touchy march of time that binds you Don't blame me Don't hate
I don't mind I don't mind if you forget me Having learned my lesson I never left an impression on anyone So now you send me your hardened 'regards
