Whenever I look out the window
I see her leave
Whenever I sleep on the pillow
I hear her breathe
Whenever i look back
I can’t believe
What a stupid young boy I was to let Mary leave
Trade blows with the foes
Too young to grow
This skin just doesn't fit me
Too many souls have lost there
Hold on reality wearing these
So I took a pinch of mar, a pinch of my parr
And measured my own body
Now I got a suit of class made to last
Off a man off new bond street
We're thick as thieves, hearts on sleeves
Searching for memories
Blowing off steam, just 17
Forgetting where we've been
So I took a tip from my mar, a tip from my par
And walked around my dreams
Found in a car driving far
Away from places I've seen
Whenever I look out the window
I see her leave
Whenever I sleep on the pillow
I hear her breathe
Whenever I look back
I can’t believe
What a stupid young boy I was to let Mary leave
‘From a young age I was hugely protective of my art. Perhaps to an extent which was somewhat juvenile. But I am, and at moments …