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