rainbows and pots of gold

i heard you are doing well, selling art and everything. i like your stuff, good for you. i’ll buy a piece or may be two.
do you still think of me? do you remember all our stupid dreams? rainbows and pots of gold.. so much to prove before we got old.
i took you places around the world. i miss your face sometimes, you know.. you took my picture a thousand times, i’ll buy them back i don’t mind.
i lost my way but found my track, i’m sorry if i never listened back. i’ve been round i’ve been up and down, and you missed the one we dressed like clowns.
so, how’s your car and how’s your life? how’s my teacher, when’s she gonna be your wife? i’m sitting up writing down all these things i sometimes dream about.
i knew your number off by heart, it’s the only one i like to talk. it wasn’t me using you, i trusted you, one of the few.
and we had some laughs, had some rows, but in the end the walls came down. you’d like the place i’m living now, it’s a shame you can’t come around.
and i’ve grown a lot since we last spoke; got myself together fixed what was broke. i wonder if we’ll talk again. or drink together just like then.
i suppose it’s different now its new: who ever points the finger at who.
i really hope that you’re happy, both of you
and may be sometimes you miss me too..

stereophonics in balladıdır. gerçek hayattan birebir alıntıdır.