Lyrics

Postcards and letters, T-shirts and sweaters Passports and Parkas, mobiles and chargers Two tennis rackets, Blue Rizla packets A new sheep-skin jacket, I lost it all All through my life there have been Many rare and precious things I have tried to call mine But I just cannot seem To keep hold of anything For more than a short time Possessions of a sentimental kind They were mine, now they're not Gym-kits and trainers, asthma inhalers (Lost, blown like seeds on the wind) Silk-cuts and Bennies, ten-packs and twenties (Everything lost, tossed like ships on the ocean) C-class narcotics, antibiotics (And dashed on the rocks, hiding just out of reach) The holes in my pockets, I lost it all (Waiting for me) All that I'd like is to know Just where do those lost things go? When they slip from my hands Then one night in a dream I passed through a sheepskin screen To a green and pleasant land I found them all piled up into the sky And I cried tears of joy