My sweetest regret is that we never met again in our later lives We were caught drunk and charged of our awkward hearts And never deciphered the signs And the wind from the Irish sea Was innocent, wild and free And Aberystwyth was the only place we knew We drove up there and acted fools When I think about all the eves I could've spent with you Aberystwyth makes me blue There were space on the floor, under your open door And a line which I struggled to speak And the bakers would open at courter to four For some malice to help us sleep? And the wind from the irish sea Caught up in the bones in me And Aberystwyth was the only town we'd choose Streets where we were safe in our shoes And when I think about all the eves I could've spent with you Aberystwyth makes me blue When I wake up in the morning will we still be there? With the smoke on our clothes, shaking sand through our hair Can we ever turn back to unravel the time that we, that we And Aberystwyth was the only town we'd choose Streets where we were safe in our shoes And when I think about all the eves I could've spent with you Aberystwyth makes me blue Aberystwyth makes me blue