Lloyd Cole - Past Imperfect Lyrics
Excuse me, could I use your pen?I have mislaid my ownSomewhere out here in space and timeBetween this place and homeMaybe she lies on the subway platformForsaken and forlornAll of this and more and that's not allI can't recallWhat was on my mind in AmsterdamIn 1984?And what did I want from the pouring rainWas it phonographic score?And why was my head in the unmade bedWith a girl who's name I lost?I can't unwrite the tuneOr discount the cost, I can't recallI met a bartender at 3 of ClubsWhich is somewhere in L.A.I thought, maybe, he was a friend of mineI almost knew his faceReluctantly impressionistNo star to chart my courseShips pass in the night and take on boardMore than I recallExcuse me, could I use your pen?I have mislaid my ownSomewhere out here in all this space and timeBetween this place and homeMaybe she lies on the check out stationForsaken and forlornI've half a mind to find myselfAnd halfI can't recallPrecise CoordinatesI can't recallEntire relationshipsI can't recallThe color of her eyesOr the feeling of her skinPressing against mineI can't recall
