Postcards and letters
T-shirts and sweaters
Passports and Parkas

Mobiles and chargers
Two tennis rackets
Blue Rizla packets

A new sheep-skin jacket
I lost it all


All through my life there have been
Many rare and precious things
I have tried to call mine

But I just cannot seem
To keep hold of anything
For more than a short time

Possessions of a sentimental kind
They were mine, now they're not


Gym-kits and trainers
Asthma inhalers
Silk-cuts and Bennies

Ten-packs and twenties
C-class narcotics
Antibiotics

The holes in my pockets
I lost it all


All that I'd like is to know
Just where do those lost things go?
When they slip from my hands

Then one night in a dream
I passed through a sheepskin screen
To a green, pleasant land

I found them all piled up into the sky
And I cried tears of joy