Sit down my love of all good spaces
and breathe my love let's all be spent
i'm going to tell you both a story
about some memories that i dreamt

see i've lost love in many places
not least the streets of san paolo
and friends especially, i didn't make them
a ten floor window to her home
sometimes i could cry for miles
sometimes i could cry for miles
sometimes i could cry for miles
but i don't

so hush the shadows in the oak tree
be still you curl upon the moor
my heart has fallen upon the wayside
i cannot claim her anymore
so don your duffel coats quite slowly
and this sad jury has ajurned
while on the streets of old san paolo
i watch my baby being burned

sometimes i could cry for miles
sometimes i could cry for miles
sometimes i could cry for miles
but i don't

sometimes i could cry ah sometimes
drop my bags [bad word] for miles
and sometimes i could live my life
but i wont, but i won't