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 and pleasant land i found them all piled up into the sky and i cried tears of joy