Some, they say
They'd rather have friends than money
Syd she stays
Talking to plants and sunning
I really miss the way
The way that you would often hold me
I'm only miles away
Maybe I'm just feeling lonely
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, you came back
Me, I warmed up
Still, I think I can't be bothered
Caldwell's way
He likes to have tea and lovers
Constant waves
And moments of time dissolving
I really miss the way
The way that you would often hold me
I'm only miles away
Maybe I'm just feeling lonely
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, you came back
Me, I warmed up
Still, I think I can't be bothered
Ooh, you came back
Me, I warmed up
Still, I think I can't be bothered
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
