There's your coat upon my back There's the irony I lacked There's the vapour from your mouth There's the rain spreading from the South There's the castle on the hill There's my final act of will (act of will) There's a bus stop in Toll cross There's no memory I've lost Memories never lost (Ah, ah, ah) (Ah, ah, ah) There's you lying on the quilt There's your West of Scotland lilt Singing me your guilt ♪ There's your voice on the phone There's your voice on the phone There's your voice on the phone There's your voice on the phone There's your voice on the phone There's your voice on the phone There's the snow in January There's the beauty that you see There's you walking down the street Children running 'round your feet There's you and there's me