Divine Comedy Lost Property Lyrics

Lost Property Lyrics

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