Nana - The 1975

I wish you’d walk in again

Imagine if you just did

I’d fill you in on the things you missed

Oh sleepless night, a grown up man dressed in white

Who I thought might just save your life

But he couldn’t, so you died

I don’t like it, now you’re dead

It’s not the same when I scratch my own head

I haven’t got the nails for it

And I know that God doesn’t exist

And all of the palaver surrounding it

But I like to think you hear me sometimes

So I reached for a borrowed fleece

From my dad or from Denise

Always trying to keep warm, when you’re the sun

I sat with you beside your bed and cried

For things that I wish I’d said

You still had your nails red

And if I live past 72, I hope I’m half as cool as you

I got my pen and thought that I’d write

A melody and line for you tonight

I think that’s how I make things feel alright

Made in my room, this simple tune

Will always keep me close to you

The crowds will sing their voices ring

And it’s like you never left

But I’m bereft you see

I think you can tell

I haven’t been doing too well