Peter Paulo Van Der Heyden

Peter Paulo Van Der Heyden, I feel I owe you an apology

For I never call you over to share a drink with this old friend

But the one time I did oh, the evening became a depressing sham

You'll remember that

Hidden in the quiet corner of that rotten Dundee bar

Tales of our youth gone stale, filthy glasses and fingernails

And is that your family calling, you know I couldn't live like that

I couldn't live like that

For we did mistakes the that haunt me to this day

I can see that you've been lucky well none of that luck came my way

I need to sleep for a thousand years

Wake up straight and narrow

Wrapped in swaddling clothing

Oh tell me where did those years go

How I wished that time away

That foolish heart of mine

That foolish heart of mine

That foolish heart of mine

That foolish heart of mine

Delusions can make one happy

And drink it can bring delusions

And who are you to preach James

You know those people, they aren't your friends

Do you remember when London Calling came on the TV

And we began to weep

Do you remember when London Calling came on the TV

And we began to weep