On the dark seas on the outskirts
Where the rooftops are the waves
I wait for you here in retrospect
Wondering how you got away
Every dark haired woman
Passing by I turn to see their face
Hoping maybe I'm going to catch a glimpse
Of the girl who got away

And the dusty clubs once smokey
Now just smell like kerosene
I'm blind to all their mysteries
Now addicted to my dreams
I tried making eyes with a girl in white
She smiles, adjusts her stare
Years ago I'd have chased her gaze
But now I'm too old to care

I still think of you sometimes
Whenever I hear that song
But it seems to me every now and then
Fate's gonna get things wrong

From Dublin town to Hoxton square
From Brooklyn to Canterbury
I tried to shake you from my mind
But you won't stop haunting me
'cause you keep creeping up behind my thoughts
Always in the dead of night
Then you disappear into the sunset
Just as it's getting light

See I miss you like I miss the bitter winds
And the mists of late July
And I hope you hang your head low now
Cause you ain't no friend of mine
Hope your pockets they are empty
I hope there's nothing up your sleeve
And I hope you grip your rosary now
Every time you dare to breathe

I still think of you sometimes
When the streetlights flicker on
But it seems to me every now and then
Fate's gonna get things wrong

As the winds pick up momentum
All along the Dover coasts
In the days that follow Christmas
It was you that I missed most
And the stories from the front lines
Of this endless journey round
None of us knew it would take this long
To make so little ground

Cause we're still singing to the careless souls
In the backrooms of the bars
Still waiting for those phone calls
With our whiskeys and guitars
And the MDIs, and the checkout girls, no longer I can see
For all I do is miss the way that you used to look at me

I still think of you sometimes
Whenever the nights are long
But it seems to me every now and then
Fate's gonna get things wrong

Well I know I'll see your face again
Many years from here
Cause last night's drunken fairytale's
Turning to sometime last year
But until then we'll sail away
Across suburban seas
We'll plot our course
Bound for the shores of mediocracy

Yes I hope that you are happy now
And I hope that you are well
And I hope you grip your fake ID
When you pass the gates of hell
I take one last look at the road I'll never see
Though it's fading now
I can just make out the silhouettes of you and me

I still think of you sometimes
When the streetlights flicker on
But it seems to me every now and then
Yeah it seems to me every now and then
Yeah, seems to me every now and then
Fate's gonna get things wrong