Lyrics

[Verse 1] A knapsack made of oak Purchased for thirty francs From a market in Geneva in 1968 Carved from a single piece of wood A level of workmanship one rarely comes across today Many rainstorms have not dulled the lustre of the wood The lid of the satchel is made up of slats Affixed to a piece of sky-coloured felt [Verse 2] It closes with a click and fastens with a clasp The shape of a bumblebee blown in glass The shoulder strap is equally quaint A daisy chain of leather fraying at the zenith of its arc At the centre of each flower lies a bead of wood, oh-oh-oh-oh I can't throw this bag away, oh-oh-oh-oh I can't throw this bag away [Verse 3] A bar of highland toffee, its wrapper still intact With an expiration date of J.A.N. '86 A strip of contraceptive pills A box of Anadin Extra Half a dozen of those tiny Ladbrokes pens Shells collected from the shore of Newton-by-the-Sea The smell of the ocean in a used handkerchief A lattice of hairpins combing the beach [Verse 4] A cloth-bound diary filled with cartography Countries that you saw whilst you were asleep Receding into leaf I can see a bridge of moonlight flowing, oh Through the page How I miss you, I can feel it in my molecules, oh-oh-oh-oh I can't throw this bag away, oh-oh-oh-oh I can't throw this bag away