There's

There's your coat upon my back

There's the irony I lacked

There's the vapour from your mouth

There's the rain spreading from the south

There's the castle on the hill

There's my final act of will

There's a bus stop in Tollcross

There's no memory I've lost

Memories never lost

There's you lying on the quilt

There's your west of Scotland lilt

Singing me your guilt

There's your voice on the phone

There's your voice on the phone

There's your voice on the phone

There's your voice on the phone

There's your voice on the phone

There's your voice on the phone

There's the snow in January

There's the beauty that you see

There's you walking down the street

Children running 'round your feet

There's you and there's me