One more Every time I walk down Richardson Road I see the life you could have Had there if you'd wanted The early sun that catches shop windows In the mist makes mirrors In the lists of errors Our suburban pleasure Suburban pleasure Suburban pleasures The comfort of the cafe A lifetime ago Sons are on their mobiles In the middle distance Just above the rooftops of Richardson Road With the quiet mothers Becoming light as feathers Becoming light as feathers Becoming light as feathers Becoming light as feathers Through the English weather Over grass and heather Becoming light as feathers Becoming light as feathers Becoming light as feathers Becoming light as feathers Through the English weather Over grass and heather Becoming light as feathers