Last time I saw you was at the Lexington
Worse for wear and I was no better
Unaware of your darkened thoughts
Now we sigh for ever, I can't stop
You should have caught the first train to Devon
You should have caught your own reflection
You looked like a ghost
To be alone, inside your head
When the flames burn you in your bed
It's a long way home, and your brother's calling
If you're not fine, don't tell me that you're well
It's a story of old, I should have seen
Guess I was fighting off my own demons
I'm sorry
The first time I saw you was at the Brixham parties
Full of life, not been there in a while
Now no boat to take you over
No pebbles on your eyes
Just a penitent sigh
You should have caught the first train to Devon
You should have caught your own reflection
You looked like a ghost
To be alone, inside your head
As the flames, burn you in your bed
To be alone around your friends
As the flames now up to your neck
It's a long way home, and your brother's calling
If you're not fine, don't tell me that you're well
It's a story of old, that I didn't see
Guess I was fighting off my own demons
I was fighting off my own demons
To be alone
To be alone
To be alone
If you're not fine, don't tell me that you're well
If you're not fine, don't tell me that you're well
You were dying and I couldn't tell
You were dying and I couldn't help you