Searching for the gold

Wrapped in silver

On a Rathmines road

Didn't mean to be bitter, didn't mean to be cold

Just missing the closeness of you

Sounds like such a cliché

But no-one can do what you do



Zhivago blue, to you I'm true

Zhivago blue, I'm coming to you

I put my foot on the accelerator

I'll see you soon and forget about later

Forget about later, forget about later



Coco without sugar, impersonal coffee

A refugee stare

Everyone's crazy, I'm going nowhere

Just missing the closeness of you

It sounds like such a cliché

But no-one can do what you do