We were so pretty now is this it. You and I are too young for this. No blood no lust or spit. But still there is something there to play upon. A flash of instant thereabouts youll miss it and its gone. But still its good to be in love with someone. When you’ve always had to be with no one.. She said everyones a story of their own. But if we don’t leave now well find ourselves with no way home. And so we strolled on all bangered and confused. At first it wasn’t pretty but we soon undid that rouse so. Now we got something in many other ways. All the boys together and a knees up on the way. Still its good to be in love with someone. When you’ve always had to be with no one.. She said everyone’s a story of their own. But if we dont leave now well find ourselves with no way home. Find ourselves with no way home. And it occurred to me I think on Lambeth Road. There’s no more need to question life. Or cry for what I’m owed. And now its over so now its done. The English sun is setting and the rude boys on the run oh. Still its good to be in love with someone. When you’ve always had to be with no one.. Still I need you to remind me every day. The lives and loves weve lost and broken on the way. Heres to tomorrow and the lonely streets well roam. But if we don’t leave now well find ourselves with no way home. Just to think were almost home