From the recording Melancholy In Popland

Lyrics

I drive the familiar streets to our favourite places 
I sit across the cosy café where we used to meet 
I walk through the urban park to pick you flowers 
And arrange in a vase that you left behind 
 
You left me here, but you can always find me near 
 
I stare at the lonely chair at the dinner table 
One minus one’s love is a lonesome sound 
 
I write you messages from a poor man’s poet 
A nightly ritual that I hide in a drawer 
So desperate for refuge, I turn to divination 
The urge for insight to blanket the pain  
 
You left me here, but you can always find me near 

If we ever find the heaven, will we ever be together