Near the Palace Hotel
Where we used to dwell
Engraved against your wishes
One of your greatest misses
You hope the ink will never dry
You're fooling yourself
You feel set-up
You're telling yourself
You don't believe in luck
On Princess Street
Where we used to meet
We knew not where we're treading
Or how the dye will spread in
You hope the ink will never dry
You hope the ink will never dry
You're fooling yourself
You been set-up
You're telling yourself
You've done enough
Lydia, tell me how hard can it be?
I don't know about you
But it feels good to me
Lydia, tell me how hard can it be?
I don't know about you
But it feels good to me
Lydia, tell me how hard can it be?
I don't know about you
But it feels good to me