Lost In London (25 Years Later) Lyrics

	For some strange reason we decided to talk about sex
	It was a Wednesday at half past nine
	The conversation just seemed to wander there,
	Besides we'd done prog two million times
	I met the teenage boy in you I never knew was there,
	And caught a glimpse of festivals when you had longer hair
	We're stranded outside a Soho jazz club now
	Neither of us has a mobile phone
	The guy we need see is just inside the door
	But he might as well still be in Malmo
	We talk about our kids a bit and wish that we were them
	And hark back to our younger days again
	Somewhere in this leering city there beats a heart (I'm told)
	And Ian and I keep trying to find it on two very different roads
	It seems that no-one even sees us, the kids just seem so cold
	So please send your answers on a postcard...
	Are me and Ian old?
	Some sleazy guy just sidles up beside us and says:
	“Hello lads, you looking for someone for a bit of a good time?”
	He looks quite puzzled when I say “yeah... Krister Jonsson”
	'Cos that's not what he had in mind
	And I feel just like a fool as we head into the tube
	But suddenly we're laughing all the way home

	For some strange reason we decided to talk about sex
	It was a Wednesday at half past nine
	The conversation just seemed to wander there,
	Besides we' d done prog two million times
	I met the teenage boy in you I never knew was there,
	And caught a glimpse of festivals when you had longer hair
	We' re stranded outside a Soho jazz club now
	Neither of us has a mobile phone
	The guy we need see is just inside the door
	But he might as well still be in Malmo
	We talk about our kids a bit and wish that we were them
	And hark back to our younger days again
	Somewhere in this leering city there beats a heart I' m told
	And Ian and I keep trying to find it on two very different roads
	It seems that noone even sees us, the kids just seem so cold
	So please send your answers on a postcard...
	Are me and Ian old?
	Some sleazy guy just sidles up beside us and says:
	" Hello lads, you looking for someone for a bit of a good time?"
	He looks quite puzzled when I say " yeah... Krister Jonsson"
	' Cos that' s not what he had in mind
	And I feel just like a fool as we head into the tube
	But suddenly we' re laughing all the way home

	For some strange reason we decided to talk about sex
	It was a Wednesday at half past nine
	The conversation just seemed to wander there,
	Besides we' d done prog two million times
	I met the teenage boy in you I never knew was there,
	And caught a glimpse of festivals when you had longer hair
	We' re stranded outside a Soho jazz club now
	Neither of us has a mobile phone
	The guy we need see is just inside the door
	But he might as well still be in Malmo
	We talk about our kids a bit and wish that we were them
	And hark back to our younger days again
	Somewhere in this leering city there beats a heart I' m told
	And Ian and I keep trying to find it on two very different roads
	It seems that noone even sees us, the kids just seem so cold
	So please send your answers on a postcard...
	Are me and Ian old?
	Some sleazy guy just sidles up beside us and says:
	" Hello lads, you looking for someone for a bit of a good time?"
	He looks quite puzzled when I say " yeah... Krister Jonsson"
	' Cos that' s not what he had in mind
	And I feel just like a fool as we head into the tube
	But suddenly we' re laughing all the way home

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