In a House Overlooking the Sea

Northern evening, chill as can be Just as the Lowries were leaving the factories My co-pilot, along for the trip Was given some Guinness but it didn't quite do the trick & there we settled, or so I'm told Truth is you don't remember much till you're 5 years old Or thereabouts, & then for a while  The days are all wrapped up in cotton with no end in sight But I've seen it, I've seen the proof The proof's in the picture, the picture's the truth The three of us standing, golden and rare As the Manchester sun that forever fixes us there Oh how long will it be, till I lose these memories And sit with a blanket across my knees, in a house overlooking the sea & will it all have been enough the boy, the north, the love To fill up the spaces that lie in between, the shapes we were cut out to be Winter morning, over the sea 500 miles from where it all kicked off for me You arrived in a black and white scene Cast in a picture and overnight then there were three 
Well the journey home, oh I don't recall How I wish I'd committed it to memory, but, what I know Is we carried you in, & you slept on a chair & once you were here it was just like you'd always been there Oh how long will it be, till I lose these memories And sit with a blanket across my knees, in a house overlooking the sea & will it all have been enough the boy, the north, the love To fill up the spaces that lie in between, the shapes we were cut out to be Hold your horses, you're jumping the gun I thought it was me who showed you how things are done But you point and I follow your gaze And I can't help but feel we live in a circle of days Where I used to be one and you are one now Can't honestly tell you it'll all make sense somehow But it fits into some bigger plan Like a teller of fortunes... whatever you will be, I am Oh how long will it be, till I lose these memories And sit with a blanket across my knees, in a house overlooking the sea & will it all have been enough the boy, the north, the love To fill up the spaces that lie in between, the shapes we were cut out to be