So I'm there   Charging around with a juggernaut brow   Overdraft, speeches and deadlines to make   Cramming commitments like cats in a sack   Telephone burn and a purposeful gait      When out of a doorway the tentacles stretch   Of a song that I know   And the world moves in slow-mo   Straight to my head    like the first cigarette of the day      And it's you, and it's May   And we're sleeping through the day   And I'm five years ago   And three thousand miles away      Do I have    time? A man of my calibre   Stood in the street like a sleepwalking teenager   No.    And I dealt with this years ago    I took a hammer to every memento   But image on image like beads on a rosary   pulled through my head as the music takes hold   and the sickener hits; I can work till I break   but I love the bones of you   That, I will never escape      And it's you, and it's May   And we're sleeping through the day   And I'm five years ago   And three thousand miles away      And I can't move my arm   Through the fear that you will wake   And I'm five years ago   And three thousand miles away