Born in Beckenham, raised in Penge and Orpington, a Cray boy
I'd fall in love five times a day, always far too shy to say a word, or meet her eye
Poignant memories, goodbye old friends and enemies
We drank, we fought, we danced, we loved and we lied
The road that brings us here is paved with all the dreams that died, and all the schemes we tried
Let's pull it all together and pile it way up high, use it as a ladder that reaches to the sky and gives us overstanding
She breathed softly in my face, cigarettes and Wrigleys spearmint gum
I went back looking for that magic place but it's gone now...
It's a slip road on a busy junction
Looks like a long road, but we travel quickly
It's a drink and a smoke and shop doorway kisses goodbye
The rain that falls as we stand here, is all the tears we cried
And all the pain inside
Let's pull it all together now, pile it way up high
We could build a mountain that reaches to the sky and gives us overstanding
overstand: Rastafarianism, US subculture): To have complete or intuitive comprehension of; to understand fully.
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