Little Comets
Little Comets
Little Comets
Little Comets
Little Comets
Little Comets
Little Comets
Little Comets
Little Comets
Little Comets
Little Comets
Little Comets
Remember this began in Italy*
She looked at me and smiled so prettily
Just like the waves, you made me feel so ill
So up and down, I wish that'd you'd be still
I said: "I'll have to buy a camera
So I can take a photototototograph of her"
The negatives are etched upon my mind
So black and white there's nothing left to find
Where do you go?
When I haven't made up lost time
Where do you go?
When I haven't made up lost time
Remember thinking this will end in tears
I close my eyes to make you disappear
Just like the sun, the heat won't go away
And all I'm wet is tears from yesterday
I love your hands, I love your face and eyes
I love the way she only ever tells me lies
But then you looked, you looked and laughed at me
Where do you go?
When I haven't made up lost time
Where do you go?
When I haven't made up lost time
Eh eh eh
Because you're taking, you're taking, you're taking me under
Because you're taking, you're taking, you're taking me under
Because you're taking, you're taking, you're taking me under
Because you're taking, you're taking, you're taking me under
Lost, lost time
Lost, lost time
Lost time
Lost, lost time
Lost, lost time
Lost time
Lost Time was written by Robert Coles & Mark Harle (LC) & Michael Coles.
Lost Time was produced by Michael Coles.