The Divine Comedy
The Divine Comedy
The Divine Comedy
The Divine Comedy
The Divine Comedy
The Divine Comedy
The Divine Comedy
The Divine Comedy
The Divine Comedy
The Divine Comedy
The Divine Comedy
The Divine Comedy
The Divine Comedy
The Divine Comedy
The Divine Comedy
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