Lambert never had much craic But when I heard her say that you were back I almost lost my balance there and then I dreamed of all the hours we spent Making plans, the best of friends But did we all get what we wanted in the end? I guess that just depends New years eve hanging out on Palace Green Everyone too pissed to count in unison it seemed Midnight came without much fuss You were all I needed then some busker sang a song about Milton Keynes And shattered all our dreams And as we walked home and I told you how I sometimes feel ashamed Of these laboured vowels and glottal stops The way I say my name But I can't put my faith in Received pronunciation When your stories clutter corners of my brain The sad little refrain A feeling that remains I still remember you and the adventures that we had And even at our worst we weren't really all that bad Nostalgia can be great from time to time But to tell the truth I'm struggling today Why's it gotta feel so sad? Same time next year I'll meet you here Please take me home I think I might cry I'm sad but I've no idea why