Hard For Young Lovers

You told me you were leaving With a note pinned to my bookcase You said you could not bring yourself To tell me to my face Too many cold summers have passed Since we were last in love And i’ve laboured too long in the rain for too little You need more now than i can give More than i can show for the time i’ve spent With my brothers-in-arms but trouble and pain You said you left your share of the rent Between victor hugo and maynard keynes I just miss you There’s nothing left round here And i just miss you Times are hard for young lovers And i just miss you You told me not to try and find you If i ever cared about you If i could, i’d remind you Of the fine times i will have without you I’d love to say you’ve been a fool But i don’t know that i could say it and mean it The truth is you’re a saint to have seen it this far Just sitting, staring at the walls with me I’ve got nowhere to be tomorrow Maybe at the bottom of the river The state that i’m in, no mortal sin Could hold me here now Now the union’s set a course for sorrow Maybe i’ll paint pictures of my father You know i had to make a stand If that old beast had to die Did they have to stab it with that glint in their eye? Did they have to look so bloody happy? I just miss you There’s nothing left round here And i just miss you Times are hard for young lovers And i just miss you --- Hard For Young Lovers - The Cinematics