Every morning in April I wake up and stare at the ceiling alone
The radio's playing the songs that remind me of you, and I'm dreaming of home
They're all for the lonely - well that's me and I'm only the things that I wanted to be
But this girl from the city life has taken hold of me

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On a carousel ride in the late afternoon
That spins me in circles when I'm dreaming of you
The telephone lines reflect in your eyes
All the boys you left broken behind
So it's me, without you
And I could never begin to come through
So come back home
To the West End with me

You come out on Fridays and tell me you can see yourself reflected in the rain
When you're walking over porcelain and running for hours again
And I wish I could show you the things that I know would change all your opinions of me
But you won't come when I call. And I wish I could be

CHORUS

You woke up that morning and told me that you never realised you could be
Anything you wanted to - so come around and fall into me
But what's the point you were making? Heaven isn't everything its made out to be?
But you won't come when I am falling down, so why won't you be...

CHORUS