There's indifference on the wind, but a faint gust of hope
At a club nobody goes to with a musty velvet rope
Guys in Motörhead jackets who knew him way back when
Haven't raised a drink in years but now meet up again
To remember how it was when they all thought they'd move away
And ride in Lotus Sevens through the London streets one day
Nobody ever gets away
Even the best of us come back some day
To the unmarked rooms where the dry dust breeds
Andrew Eldritch is moving back to Leeds
There's a rusted fog machine in a concrete storage space
Letter-number combinations with no meaning on its face
They won't make these any more, it's a wooden coach-and-four
No one will even steal it if you leave it by the door
With no sign to mark its going, no tombstone for its grave
There will be goodbyes by dozens, so practice being brave
No one anticipates the rush
The breezy feeling of the faceless crush
At the ends of things where the selvage bleeds
Andrew Eldritch is moving back to Leeds
They don't throw him a parade
He just comes in on a train
One suitcase in his hand, and an old army backpack
From the second world war, from a Leipzig second-hand store
Pick the keys up from the agent, everything's been taken care of
No big changes in the roadways since you left that I'm aware of
A few old buildings gone to dust, and some new ones in the way
They'll look just like the old ones when the winds have had their say
See the children bound for London, you'll all be back too
Everybody tests the membrane, but no one pushes through
Come on boys, that'll be enough
You'd think your old friends wouldn't play so tough
Like a basket by the Nile hiding down among the reeds
Andrew Eldritch is moving back to Leeds
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