歌词
On the English
Riviera with the penguins and the waders.
In a chip shop on the front with the tacky seaside traders.
In a flooded cottage kitchen by the fire that you built.
In a B & B in
Peebles, underneath a rented kilt.
In Barnardo's,
Cancer Research, in
Shelter and
Oxfam. In a quiet pub in
Skipton, on a rusty
Blackpool tram.
The Pleasure
Beach and
Coral Island, at the end of the
North Pier.
On the moors with the wild ponies and the sheep **** and the deer.
In a corner of the
Sub Club.
On the Art
School's old dance floor.
In the hall and in the bath, just outside the downstairs door.
On a hillside in the
Trossachs, on the busy
NY streets, in a hotel by a park, it's written in the sheets.
In the sand at
Ilfracombe, halfway up the
A82, the tallest cinema in
Europe, standing sighing in the queue.
The all-night garages of
Glasgow, the freezing streets of
Aberdeen, in every corner, every room and every bed we've ever been.
That's where we've left our love.