My sweetest regret is that we never met again in our later lives
We were caught drunk and charged of our awkward hearts
And never deciphered the signs
And the wind from the Irish sea
Was innocent, wild and free
And Aberystwyth was the only place we knew
We drove up there and acted fools
When I think about all the eves I could've spent with you
Aberystwyth makes me blue
There were space on the floor, under your open door
And a line which I struggled to speak
And the bakers would open at courter to four
For some malice to help us sleep?
And the wind from the irish sea
Caught up in the bones in me
And Aberystwyth was the only town we'd choose
Streets where we were safe in our shoes
And when I think about all the eves I could've spent with you
Aberystwyth makes me blue
When I wake up in the morning will we still be there?
With the smoke on our clothes, shaking sand through our hair
Can we ever turn back to unravel the time that we, that we
And Aberystwyth was the only town we'd choose
Streets where we were safe in our shoes
And when I think about all the eves I could've spent with you
Aberystwyth makes me blue
Aberystwyth makes me blue

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