hand me down the picture of you leaving unsaid i know how simple it gets but say by chance i need you will you always be there and i will lie with you neath the beeches on the strand again i m learning to hand it over to whatever lord there be and in the same old colours i ll be dressed for thee but it s not about that though is it it s about you and me and i will lie with you neath the beeches on the strand again i hung your feet that famous painting above my bed and you told me a story about some guy who kept his head he drowned neath the southport neath the pier where we stand and i will lie with you neath the beeches on the strand again