Lambert never had much craic
But when I heard her say that you were back
I almost lost my balance there and then
I dreamed of all the hours we spent
Making plans, the best of friends
But did we all get what we wanted in the end?
I guess that just depends

New years eve hanging out on Palace Green
Everyone too pissed to count in unison it seemed
Midnight came without much fuss
You were all I needed then some busker sang a song about Milton Keynes
And shattered all our dreams

And as we walked home and I told you how I sometimes feel ashamed
Of these laboured vowels and glottal stops
The way I say my name
But I can't put my faith in
Received pronunciation
When your stories clutter corners of my brain
The sad little refrain
A feeling that remains

I still remember you and the adventures that we had
And even at our worst we weren't really all that bad
Nostalgia can be great from time to time
But to tell the truth I'm struggling today
Why's it gotta feel so sad?

Same time next year
I'll meet you here

Please take me home
I think I might cry
I'm sad but I've no idea why