When we're two down You think of me But you lost and that was Because of losing me If you'd turn back To see what I could see Perhaps then with different men There'd be a better team Heads hung low Showers cold Two own goals Hit the post I'd hear the crowds cheer Running down the wing With a beating heart and a three yard start I'd hear those voices sing Defenders beat ball at my feet Target straight ahead Shimmy and swerve test the keeper's nerve And put the ball to bed Golden goal Whistle blows Memories old I'm just sold