Testo di Twenty Three

I moved to town at twenty-three And launched myself in society From a squat in Archway N.19 Looking for a thrill. I fell in love with ecstasy Which seemed to fuel my vanity I swore to write just poetry and live upon a hill. It wasn't her my love it was me Looking for another way to see Looking for another place to be. I sang my songs of Birmingham How did you relate to them? Did you dig the proletarian way I got it wrong? I bet you never thought I'd dream of you More than that I'd fall for you Walk just to bump into you Like you bumped into this song. It wasn't her my love it was me Looking for another way to see Looking for another place to be. And I'd betray my childhood, Betray my class if I could For a moment truly understood A reason to believe. In ornamental flower beds There in blooms the memory Of all those who can't come back to me The love we have to leave. It wasn't her my love it was me Looking for another way to see Looking for another place to be