Candice Morganauer's gone to join
  the quick and the dead clever.
 Tonight we're seeing her final film,
 her crowning endeavour.
She washed herself for years
in mouthwatering praise -
but we all know she never grew up.
She just shrank sideways!

Yesterday was fine, I've forgotten it somehow.
Last week wouldn't even show up on radar now.
Last week wouldn't even show up on radar now.

Winnie the Obscure,
he's weighing his own heart.
He's been sleeping like Calvin Coolidge
to keep himself apart.
And now he's crying:
"Old Drella is dead, and I didn't feel a thing!"
And Jude the Pooh with a landslide smile replies:
"All the more power to him."

Under the roofs and the gutters up above,
even the sparrows are burning up with human love.
Under the roofs and the gutters up above,
even the sparrows are burning up with human love.
Even the sparrows are burning up with human love.

Night of light,
it's failing over Gringley-On-The-Hill.
Powders are on the plantation wind,
over Dallowgill.
We reach the doors to the doubtful city,
they close as if in pain.
Out on Howard Devoto Boulevard,
I remember you and me,
we're kissing in the rain.

And it's all so gone
and this could never last.
I'll stay with you,
I'll stay with you against the past.
It's gone,
it could never last.
I'll stay with you,
I'll stay with you against the past.

[guitar solo]

{It's gone,
it could never last.
It's gone,
it could never last.
It's gone,
it could never last.}