Do I have time?
A man of my calibre
Stood in the street like a sleepwalking teenager
And I dealt with this years ago
I took a hammer to every memento
But image on image like beads on a rosary
pulled through my head as the music takes hold
and the sickener hits; I can work till I break
but I love the bones of you
That, I will never escape
And it's you, and it's May
And we're sleeping through the day
And I'm five years ago
And three thousand miles away...
[The bones of you]
Elbow with the BBC Concert Orchestra.