Lost Property - The Divine Comedy

Postcards and letters

T-shirts and sweaters

Passports and Parkas

Mobiles and chargers

Two tennis rackets

Blue Rizla packets

A new sheep-skin jacket

I lost it all

All through my life there have been

Many rare and precious things

I have tried to call mine

But I just cannot seem

To keep hold of anything

For more than a short time

Possessions of a sentimental kind

They were mine, now they’re not

Gym-kits and trainers

Asthma inhalers

Silk-cuts and Bennies

Ten-packs and twenties

C-class narcotics

Antibiotics

The holes in my pockets

I lost it all

All that I’d like is to know

Just where do those lost things go?

When they slip from my hands

Then one night in a dream

I passed through a sheepskin screen

To a green, pleasant land

I found them all piled up into the sky

And I cried tears of joy