Postcards and letters, T-shirts and sweaters

Passports and Parkas, mobiles and chargers

Two tennis rackets, Blue Rizla packets

A new sheep-skin jacket, I lost it all

All through my life there have been

Many rare and precious things

I have tried to call mine

But I just cannot seem

To keep hold of anything

For more than a short time

Possessions of a sentimental kind

They were mine, now they're not

Gym-kits and trainers, asthma inhalers (Lost, blown like seeds on the wind)

Silk-cuts and Bennies, ten-packs and twenties (Everything lost, tossed like ships on the ocean)

C-class narcotics, antibiotics (And dashed on the rocks, hiding just out of reach)

The holes in my pockets, I lost it all (Waiting for me)

All that I'd like is to know

Just where do those lost things go?

When they slip from my hands

Then one night in a dream

I passed through a sheepskin screen

To a green and pleasant land

I found them all piled up into the sky

And I cried tears of joy