From the streets on which we grew up To the markets of Brick Lane It cost me a fortune of thoughts just to get here Buy you wouldn't even bother to show up Oh I had a bag full of words that I wanted to give to you To you We travel with the trains to the city where you live now Six months had passed but not enough to make you show Then I heard about the loss of your better half Wonder if that is reason enough to call East end of London, Swedish west coast Or the town where we were born They're just places, not words This town has left mark On our sour sense We want out of this now I guess I had too much I guess we were not dead Since we walk with our hands clasped We walk with our hands clapsed And then I die This town has left mark On our sour sense We want out of this now I guess I had too much I guess we were not dead Since we walk with our hands clasped We walk with our hands clapsed And then I die