I often think about the nights, the times before I learnt that all my days have got a number. Chasing all the girls up Lilyhill, bare-chested in the rain. The green and white on a Saturday, birling through the turnstiles and singing all the way down Easter Road. Would you forgive me, what do you say, Edina?
I've been listening for the van, counting change from out my pocket for an ice-cream from the man, I've been skinnin' all my knees, running from the polis, hide and seek along Great Junction Street. I always felt this awful shame, coming from a scheme, and I never took my education, would you forgive me, what do you say, Edina?
I will never grow, never will I grow so old again Everywhere I've been, everywhere I go I hold your sorrow in my bones Even though I said, even though I swore I'm never coming home, I know Would you forgive me, what do you say?
I've am whistling in the dark, I've been trying to hold a candle, I've been trying to change my feelings, I've been crying in my sleep and when she wakes to gie me comfort I say I can't recall my sorrow. I hold you to my breast, I've been keeping all your secrets, maybe one day you will release me, Would you forgive me, what do you say, Edina?