Boo Radleys From The Bench At Belvidere
Barney and me,
you know we lived out our dreams
outside the newsagents closed for the night.
We dreamt of being kings.
Okay, we did the same things
but never the same way twice.
The picture's faded, I'm still the same.
It's the picture that keeps me sane.
Ooh, it stops the lonely
thinking of the time when we were the only?
Ooh it stops my mind
from going round? Round, round, round and round it goes.
Not much to say,
you've headed out on Kingsway
while I took the avenue down.
Tomorrow would be the same,
somehow, I feel it's a shame
that we won't be there tonight.
Reflected in the pane,
sitting through the rain and the dark,
barely seventeen.
Feeling like we've been here so long.
