Текст Lloyd Cole – Past Imperfect

Excuse me, could I use your pen
I have mislaid my own
Somewhere out here in space and time
Between this place and home

What was on my mind in Amsterdam
In 1984?
And what did I want from the pouring rain
Was it phonographic score?
And why was my head in the unmade bed
With a girl who’s name I lost?
I can’t unwrite the tune
Or discount the cost
I can’t recall

I met a bartender at 3 of Clubs
Which is somewhere in LA
I thought, maybe, he was a friend of mine
I almost knew his face
Reluctantly impressionist
No star to chart my course
Ships pass in the night and take on board
More than I recall

Excuse me, could I use your pen
I have mislaid my own
Somewhere out here in all this space and time
Between this place and home
Maybe she lies on the check out station

I can’t recall
Precise Coordinates
I can’t recall
Entire relationships
I can’t recall
The colour of her eyes
Or the feeling of her skin
Pressing against mine
I can’t recall