On the English Riviera with the penguins and the waders
In a chip shop on the front with the tacky seaside traders
In a flooded cottage kitchen by the fire that you built
In a B & B in Peebles, underneath a rented kilt
In Barnardo's, Cancer Research, in Shelter and Oxfam
In a quiet pub in Skipton, on a rusty Blackpool tram
The Pleasure Beach and Coral Island, at the end of the North Pier
On the moors with the wild ponies and the sheep shit and the deer

In a corner of the Sub Club
On the Art School's old dance floor
In the hall and in the bath, just outside the downstairs door
On a hillside in the Trossachs
On the busy NY streets, in a hotel by a park, it's written in the sheets

In the sand at Ilfracombe
Halfway up the A82
The tallest cinema in Europe
Standing sighing in the queue
The all-night garages of Glasgow
The freezing streets of Aberdeen
In every corner, every room and every bed we've ever been

That's where we've left our love