Stolen Years Lyrics

I'm standing on the Pier Head

Under cold grey Mersey skies

Waiting for a Mister Man

Flying on a flaming pie

The wind swallows the whispers

If I hear a voice, it's faint

In Liverpool, a pilgrim

Holds a vigil for a saint

What I miss the most

Are the stolen years

The ones torn from our grasp

Glorious times we can never have

What I miss the most

Are the stolen years

And here inside your bedroom

Mimi's Menlove Avenue

S'like fate's apologising

For the harm it can't undo

The orphans' gates went missing

Tell me where's the sense in that?

To take something so precious

And for nothing more than scrap

What I miss the most

Are the stolen years

The ones torn from our grasp

Glorious times we can never have

What I miss the most

Are the stolen years

Your reasons I don't understand

I've struggled hard to see

And still I've never come to terms

With why it had to be

What I miss the most

Are the stolen years

The ones torn from our grasp

Glorious times we can never have

What I miss the most

Are the stolen years

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