Forget Myself - BBC Live Version
They're pacing Piccadilly in packs again
And moaning for the mercy of a never come rain
The sun's had enough
From the simmering sky
Has the heave and the hue
Of a woman on fire
Shop shutters rattle down
And I'm cutting the crowd
All scented and descending from the satellite towns
The neon is graffiti singing make a new start
So I look for a plot where
I can bury my broken heart
No, I know
I won't forget you
But I'll forget myself
If the city will forgive me
The man on the door has a head like Mars
Like a baby born
To the doors of the bars
And surrounded by steam
With his folded arms
He's got that urban genie thing going on
He's so mercifully free
Of the pressures of grace
Saint Peter in satin
He's like Buddha with mace
He's so mercifully free
Of the pressures of grace
Saint Peter in satin
He's like Buddha with mace
No, I know
I won't forget you
But I'll forget myself
If the city will forgive me
Do you move through the room
With a glass in your hand
Too hard about the way you stand?
Are you watching them pair off
And drinking 'em long?
Are you falling in love
Every second song?
Do you move through the room
With a glass in your hand
Thinking too hard about the way you stand?
Are you watching them pair off
And drinking them long?
Are you falling in love?
Are you falling in love?
Are you falling in love every second song?
No, I know
I won't forget you
But I'll forget myself
If the city will forgive me
No, I know
I won't forget you
But I'll forget myself
If the city will forgive me
And moaning for the mercy of a never come rain
The sun's had enough
From the simmering sky
Has the heave and the hue
Of a woman on fire
Shop shutters rattle down
And I'm cutting the crowd
All scented and descending from the satellite towns
The neon is graffiti singing make a new start
So I look for a plot where
I can bury my broken heart
No, I know
I won't forget you
But I'll forget myself
If the city will forgive me
The man on the door has a head like Mars
Like a baby born
To the doors of the bars
And surrounded by steam
With his folded arms
He's got that urban genie thing going on
He's so mercifully free
Of the pressures of grace
Saint Peter in satin
He's like Buddha with mace
He's so mercifully free
Of the pressures of grace
Saint Peter in satin
He's like Buddha with mace
No, I know
I won't forget you
But I'll forget myself
If the city will forgive me
Do you move through the room
With a glass in your hand
Too hard about the way you stand?
Are you watching them pair off
And drinking 'em long?
Are you falling in love
Every second song?
Do you move through the room
With a glass in your hand
Thinking too hard about the way you stand?
Are you watching them pair off
And drinking them long?
Are you falling in love?
Are you falling in love?
Are you falling in love every second song?
No, I know
I won't forget you
But I'll forget myself
If the city will forgive me
No, I know
I won't forget you
But I'll forget myself
If the city will forgive me
Credits
Writer(s): Richard Barry Jupp, Guy Edward John Garvey, Craig Lee Potter, Peter James Turner, Mark Potter
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