No hay palabras para esto, es demasiado.

Oh ! Take me back to dear old Blighty,
Put me on the train for London Town,
Take me anywhere,
Drop me anywhere,
Liverpool, Leeds or Birmingham

But I don't care.

Oh has the world changed, or have I changed ?

We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry
And talk about precious things
Like love and law and poverty
Oh, these are the things that kill me

We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry
And talk about precious things
But the rain that flattens my hair ...
Oh, these are the things that kill me

They'll name a city after us .

Why do you have to be so cute? It's impossible to ignore you .

Follow you home, you've got your headphones on and you're dancing
Got lucky, beautiful shot you taking everything off watch the
curtains wide open
then you fall in the same routine
flicking through the TV relaxed
and reclining

and you think you're alone..

One of these days, you'll miss your train and come stay with me
We'll have drinks and talk about
things, any excuse to stay awake with you.
You'll sleep here, i'll sleep there, but then the heating may
be down again
at my convenience
we'd be good, we'd be great together.