Divine Comedy - Lost Property Lyrics
Postcards and lettersT-shirts and sweatersPassports and ParkasMobiles and chargersTwo tennis racketsBlue Rizla packetsA new sheep-skin jacketI lost it allAll through my life there have beenMany rare and precious thingsI have tried to call mineBut I just cannot seemTo keep hold of anythingFor more than a short timePossessions of a sentimental kindThey were mine, now they're notGym-kits and trainersAsthma inhalersSilk-cuts and BenniesTen-packs and twentiesC-class narcoticsAntibioticsThe holes in my pocketsI lost it allAll that I'd like is to knowJust where do those lost things go?When they slip from my handsThen one night in a dreamI passed through a sheepskin screenTo a green, pleasant landI found them all piled up into the skyAnd I cried tears of joy