Postcards and letters, T-shirts and sweaters Passports and Parkas, mobiles and chargers Two tennis rackets, Blue Rizla packets A new sheep-skin jacket, I lost it all
All through my life there have been Many rare and precious things I have tried to call mine But I just cannot seem
To keep hold of anything For more than a short time Possessions of a sentimental kind They were mine, now they're not
Gym-kits and trainers, asthma inhalers Silk-cuts and Bennie's, ten-packs and twenties C-class narcotics, antibiotics The holes in my pockets, I lost it all
All that I'd like is to know Just where do those lost things go? When they slip from my hands Then one night in a dream
I passed through a sheepskin screen To a green, pleasant land I found them all piled up into the sky And I cried tears of joy