Lambert never had much craic /
But when I heard her say that you were back/
I almost lost my balance there and then/
I dreamed of all the hours we spent/
Making plans, the best of friends/
But did we all get what we wanted in the end?
I guess that just depends.
New years eve hanging out on Palace Green/
Everyone too pissed to count in unison it seemed/
Midnight came without much fuss/
You were all I needed then some busker sang a song about Milton Keynes/and shattered all our dreams.
And as we walked home and I told you how I sometimes feel ashamed/
Of these laboured vowels and glottal stops/
The way I say my name/
But I can't put my faith in/
Received pronunciation/
When your stories clutter corners of my brain/
The sad little refrain/
A feeling that remains.
I still remember you and the adventures that we had/
And even at our worst we weren't really all that bad/
Nostalgia can be great from time to time/
But to tell the truth I'm struggling today/
Why's it gotta feel so sad?
Same time next year/
I'll meet you here.
Please take me home/
I think I might cry/
I'm sad but I've no idea why...