Lost City

Swansea, bloody Swansea
Crumbling ghosts of St. Helen’s and the Vetch
How I still adore you
City of dust, city of the sea
City of my past
How sad it is that the world cannot see through to your heart
You are a jewel I feel best to admire from afar

Pictured in my memories
But no longer seen by my eyes
How I hope that you don’t blame me
City of dust, city of the sea
City of my past
How sad it is that I couldn’t see through to your heart
As you shrank away, past the window of the car

I still stand up as your son
I’d have my dragon for their three lions any day
How I know that I am still yours
City of light, city of white
City of my future
How sad it is that my past stole my heart
Clutching it tightly, sticking like tar

How is it that I don’t belong?
I still crave to shout your name from the terraces
How I know that I am no longer yours
City of rubbish, city of disrepair
City of my past
How sad it is that I can’t take back my heart
Even as it hurts me, beating from afar

Swansea, oh Swansea
You’ll always be perfect in my head
How I feel that I can still be yours
City of waves, city of swans
City of my present
How good it is that you can keep my heart
Where I know it is safe, as I leave in the car