I wandered lonely streets
Behind where the old Thames does flow,
And in every face I meet
Reminds me of what I have run from.

In every man, in every hand,
In every kiss you understand
That living is for other men.
I hope you do understand:

I've gotta tell you my tale
Of how I loved and how I failed.
I hope you understand,
These feelings should not be in the man.

In every child, in every eye,
In every sky above my head
I hope that I know,
So come with me in bed

Because it's you and me, we're history,
There ain't nothing left to say
When I will get you alone...

Maybe we could find a room
Where we could see what we should do.
Maybe you know it's true -
Living with me is like keeping a fool.

In every man, in every hand,
In every kiss you understand
That living is for other men.
I hope you know that I am me,
So come on -

I'm thinking about history
And I'm living for history
And I think you know about me cos I am.

And one and one is two
But three is company
When you're thinking about the things you do
When you're thinking about the things
we knew

I wanna tell you my tale
How I fell in love and jumped out on my bail.
Do you understand?
There's more in a smile than in a hand.

In every sky, in every kiss
There's one thing that you might have missed,
And why am I going to
A place that now belongs to you?

But you are weak and so am I -
Let's pick it up, let's even try
To live today, so why not smile?
Don't dream away your life

Cos it is mine,
It is mine.
Is that a crime?
Is that a crime?

This life is mine,
But the bed ain't made -
It's still full of hope;
I've got a skin full of dope.

Oh, the bed ain't made
But it's still full of hope,
I've got a skin full of dope....