Postcards of Scarborough - Michael Chapman

Two postcards of Scarborough just to keep in my mind

To hide away up there and help me remind

Myself of time past and time passing

I went down to the harbor just to catch a bite to eat

Boats along the quay and seagulls round my feet reminds me

Of when we were here together

And the food was so tasteless, the wine was so stale

I looked in the mirror and my face was so pale

So different from when we were here together

And I took a walk up to Paradise just like we did before

But it doesn’t seem like Paradise to me anymore

Not since we were there together

And I sleep in the same room, the walls are so white

But there’s nothing to warm me in the cool of the night

Not like when we were here together

And the food was so tasteless, the wine was so stale

I looked in the mirror and my face was so pale

So different from when we were here together

But I’ve got postcards of Scarborough just to keep in my mind

To hide away up there and help me remind

Myself of time past and time passing

Myself of time past and time passing

Time past and time passing

Time passing

Passing