(Difford/Tilbrook)  



Your initials on the singles  

That you chose to leave behind  

Sit in my collection  

They get played from time to time  

Left to remind me of something I'd forgot  

The images of loving before I lost the plot  

What was love to us  

Just sensation  

What was love to us  

The invitation  

To sit on my bed stand by a tree  

What were we feeling  

What was love to us  



The stagecoach would get held up  

On a Sunday afternoon  

We're dozing by the TV  

On a sofa with no room  

No room to lay out flat with her there by my side  

One eye on her movements one eye on Rawhide  



I just wasn't made for these times  

Spun around my record deck  

How green was my valley  

How blue the eyes that wept  

 Looking back I don't think that I really cared  

This was my first lesson with nothing to compare