At the Piccadilly station I felt my heartbeat racing. I didn’t know no better. And on that Camberwell Road I found a mirror for my soul. And I didn’t need no other.
I was accident prone, I fell head over heels with no warning. And in spite of my vertigo I never felt myself falling.
And I wish, I wish. That I told you then what I realise now. And I wish, I wish. That I told you when you were still around.
That night in Whitechapel girl, I know what should have happened. I just left you standing there. Meanwhile I became a man from New York City to Japan. But that don’t give me satisfaction, yeah.
We’re only victims of timing. And on that cold summer night. I know I’m a fool for not trying.
And I wish, I wish. That I told you then what I realise now. And I wish, I wish. That I told you when you were still around.
I wish that I could rewrite all the things that we both let go. And I wish that I could just turn back the time and tell you.
I wish, I wish. That I told you then what I realise now. And I wish.
I wish, I wish. That I told you then what I realise now. And I wish, I wish. That I told you when you were still around.