Have you been crying to yourself
Is your imagination ever going to stop
Dressed in brown to match the seine
Your eyes like dark windows
Your brain's working faster than the cars
It's slipped away and it's never
Like the letters that came from Africa
We look at drawings of lions
And imagine them sat by gas fires
It's slipped away and it's never
I want to cry but I can't
Like when it's too cold to snow
The day I left the wind blew shut
It's slipped away and it's never
Coming back and it's never
It's never coming back and it's never