you told me you were leaving with a note pinned to my bookcase you said you could not bring yourself to tell me to my face too many cold summers have passed since we were last in love and ive laboured too long in the rain for too little you need more now than i can give more than i can show for the time ive spent with my brothers in arms but trouble and pain you said you left your share of the rent between victor hugo and maynard keynes i just miss you theres nothing left round here and i just miss you times are hard for young lovers and i just miss you you told me not to try and find you if i ever cared about you if i could id remind you of the fine times i will have without you id love to say youve been a fool but i dont know that i could say it and mean it the truth is youre a saint to have seen it this far just sitting staring at the walls with me ive got nowhere to be tomorrow maybe at the bottom of the river the state that im in no mortal sin could hold me here now now the unions set a course for sorrow maybe ill paint pictures of my father you know i had to make a stand if that old beast had to die did they have to stab it with that glint in their eye did they have to look so bloody happy i just miss you theres nothing left round here and i just miss you times are hard for young lovers and i just miss you