Hard for Young Lovers

You told me you were leaving

With a note pinned to my bookcase

You said you could not bring yourself

To tell me to my face

Too many cold summers have passed

Since we were last in love

And I've laboured too long in the rain for too little

You need more now than I can give

More than I can show for the time I've spent

With my brothers-in-arms but trouble and pain

You said you left your share of the rent

Between Victor Hugo and Maynard Keynes

I just miss you

There's nothing left round here

I just miss you

Time's are hard for young lovers

But I just miss you

You told me not to try and find you

If I ever cared about you

If I could, I'd remind you

Of the fine time's I will have without you

I'd love to say you've been a fool

But I don't know that I could say it and mean it

The truth is you're a saint to have seen it this far

Just sitting, staring at the wall's with me

I've got nowhere to be tomorrow

Maybe at the bottom of the river

The state that I'm in, no mortal-sin

Could hold me here now

Now the Union's set a course for sorrow

Maybe I'll paint pictures of my father

I just miss you

There's nothing left round here

I just miss you

Times are hard for young lovers

But I just miss you

You know I had to make a stand

If that old beast had to die

Did they have to stab it with that glint in their eye?

Did they have to look so bloody happy?

I just miss you

There's nothing left round here

I just miss you

Time's are hard for young lovers

But I just miss you

I just miss you

There's nothing left round here

I just miss you

Time's are hard for young lovers

But I just miss you