Brian Eno - Some of them are old

People come and go and forget to close the door, and they leave their stains and cigarette butts trampled on the floor and when they do… Remember me, remember me.

Some of them are old, some of them are new, some of them will turn up when you least expect them to and when they do… Remember me, remember me.

Lucy you’re my girl, Lucy you’re a star, Lucy please be still and hide your madness in a jar but do beware… It will follow you, it will follow you. 

Some of them are old, but it would help if you could smile, to earn a crooked sixpence you’ll walk many crooked miles and as you do… Remember me, remember me.