My Favourite Wet Wednesday Afternoon

“My Favourite Wet Wednesday Afternoon”

The sight of the façade of the Palace Hotel, Southend
With every sense I think of you - it sends me round the bend
Love that moves the sun in heaven, and all the stars
This is just a fraction of what is rightfully ours

Please whirl me around
There's no earthly reason
No earthly reason
There is no earthly reason
For darkness after dawn

It's not that I want to be rich, I just want to be heroically poor
Money may buy happiness, but you can give me more
I want back my favourite wet Wednesday afternoon
I'll take my dreams to the grave with me
If you don't say something soon

Please whirl me around
There's no earthly reason
No earthly reason
There is no earthly reason
For a boy to burn

The Peak Frean's factory pumping smoke reminds me of the past
Of waking up quite terrified, of always coming last
Are you, like me, looking up at the sky?
Or do you look down as you read?
The red apples are the sweetest,' he said, but green is the colour for me

Please whirl me around
There's no earthly reason
No earthly reason
There is no earthly reason
For rotting fruit to fall

The smell of chips on a summer evening in Southend
With every sense I think of you, it sends me round the bend
Love that moves the sun in heaven, and all the stars
This is just a fraction of what is rightfully ours

Please whirl me around
There's no earthly reason
No earthly reason
There is no earthly reason
For a boy to burn