If I counted up the hours I spent on the phone to you or waiting at train stations to meet you
I'd give myself maybe a thousand hours estimate and that still wouldn't make up for the sleep you made me lose
If someone told me I could have it all back, no more writing or reflecting or thinking on what could be
I'd tell that person they don't know me at all, that you made me who I am and they don't get how much you meean to me
So I"ll spend another night writing about you all I can, and revel in our shared sense of nostalgia
Memories made from Waterloo to Hyde Park, Covent Garden, Camden Market, Squares of Leicester and Trafalgar
If someone told me I could give it all back, no more hostels or those long good-byes where no-one wants to go
I'd talk about the time we sung in the rain, skipping buses cos you didn't want to leave me to go home
This may come as a surprise, but I don't care if we fight, cos I"d rather that you lie, than you not be there at all
So I'll sing you some cliches, as I count down day by day, 'till I board another train
I'd give myself maybe a thousand hours estimate and that still wouldn't make up for the sleep you made me lose
If someone told me I could have it all back, no more writing or reflecting or thinking on what could be
I'd tell that person they don't know me at all, that you made me who I am and they don't get how much you meean to me
So I"ll spend another night writing about you all I can, and revel in our shared sense of nostalgia
Memories made from Waterloo to Hyde Park, Covent Garden, Camden Market, Squares of Leicester and Trafalgar
If someone told me I could give it all back, no more hostels or those long good-byes where no-one wants to go
I'd talk about the time we sung in the rain, skipping buses cos you didn't want to leave me to go home
This may come as a surprise, but I don't care if we fight, cos I"d rather that you lie, than you not be there at all
So I'll sing you some cliches, as I count down day by day, 'till I board another train