Lambert never had much craic / But when I heard her say that you were back/ I almost lost my balance there and then/ I dreamed of all the hours we spent/ Making plans, the best of friends/ But did we all get what we wanted in the end? I guess that just depends. New years eve hanging out on Palace Green/ Everyone too pissed to count in unison it seemed/ Midnight came without much fuss/ You were all I needed then some busker sang a song about Milton Keynes/and shattered all our dreams. And as we walked home and I told you how I sometimes feel ashamed/ Of these laboured vowels and glottal stops/ The way I say my name/ But I can't put my faith in/ Received pronunciation/ When your stories clutter corners of my brain/ The sad little refrain/ A feeling that remains. I still remember you and the adventures that we had/ And even at our worst we weren't really all that bad/ Nostalgia can be great from time to time/ But to tell the truth I'm struggling today/ Why's it gotta feel so sad? Same time next year/ I'll meet you here. Please take me home/ I think I might cry/ I'm sad but I've no idea why...