There are times, on occasion,
when i'll call your name
but I know too well that if I met you now
it won't be the same.
Like a prophet's eye, Lord, and Iscariot,
you watched over me
bur the Boreas wind, it has carried you
further than I can see.
And you left me, and I left you.
You sought your pleasure,
like the angels do -
And you were gracious
from my rear view.
And when I remember when it was just us two.
And these thoughts calm me, these thoughts of you.
And you were right there with me when the Woman took my brain,
you were by my side when I hid out from the sun.
And you cried out like a raven when our tea leaves spoke of fame,
and you said the games had only just begun.
I miss you though, so I can't pretend...
...My old friend.
There are times when i'll be wondering
what i'd say to you,
If I met with you, down there in Brighton
where you do what you do.
And you left me, and I left you.
You sought your pleasure,
like the angels do -
And you were gracious
from my rear view.
And when I remember when it was just us two.
And these thoughts calm me, these thoughts of you.
I miss you so though, there's no amends...
... My old friend.
