Lightning Seeds

Hes moving into an art deco pad
To swell the ranks of the clinically sad
Shaking off the past with a change of address
But keeps his telephone number and hopes for the best
He makes a list of all his favourite friends
Then leaves his footprints on the steps that shine
With tears that he has wept again... and again...
He bought his clothes from a skateboard boutizue
Hung around in places where nobody speaks
Got on line to an internet club
Played trivial persuit with the godess of love
And counted his imaginary friends, got up to ten,
Lost count and then went out to walk the streets
Til god knows when
He met a girls who liked a bit of a laugh
He gained the youth that hed forgotten to have
So now they mess about with things that are highly illegal
Often get mistaken for interesting people
And no-one ever seems to ring their bell
But do they care, well do they hell
Theyre gonna kiss and never tell again... and again...
[ Imaginary Friends Lyrics ]