I saw you at the bus stop, you were looking at the floorEyes as wide as oysters, thought I couldn't love you moreI couldn't love you moreLying on my carpet, checkered patterns frame your headMumbling that song you love by the grateful deadHow could it be you?How can it be you?The radio was on, the early hours drifting pastFloating in the foggy syllables of the shipping forecastYou look so peaceful when you sleep, an undertaker would be blessedYou look so peaceful when you sleep, an undertaker would be blessedTo look at you while carving out the stitches in your chestWe'll always have a Liverpool, I guessGhosts have their own agendas and memories, don't wanna dieSo you'll haunt my sentences as long as we are both aliveThe rain comes to wash away every memory and stainAnd it's like we never met except for the echo of your nameThe past is like an animal that just wants to surviveSo you'll keep burning my sigh of tears as long as we're aliveOh, the rain comes to wash away every memory and stainAnd it's like we never met exceptWe'll always have a Liverpool, I guessWe'll always have Liverpool, I guess