Back from the Dead

Your love is just an albatross

But you’ve still got the portrait in your loft

And you’re back from the dead

You’re back from the dead

You’re a star, reduced to a provincial slog

You’re a star, prone to a petulant strop

And you’re back from the dead

You’re back from the dead

(Your love is just an albatross)

You’re back from the dead