My Favourite Wet Wednesday Afternoon

The sight of the façade of the Palace Hotel, Southend
 With every sense I think of you - it sends me round the bend
 "Love that moves the sun in heaven, and all the stars"
 This is just a fraction of what is rightfully ours
 Please whirl me around
 There's no earthly reason
 No earthly reason
 There is no earthly reason
 For darkness after dawn
 It's not that I want to be rich, I just want to be heroically poor
 Money may buy happiness, but you can give me more
 I want back my favourite wet Wednesday afternoon
 I'll take my dreams to the grave with me
 If you don't say something soon
 Please whirl me around
 There's no earthly reason
 No earthly reason
 There is no earthly reason
 For a boy to burn
 The Peak Frean's factory pumping smoke reminds me of the past
 Of waking up quite terrified, of always coming last
 Are you, like me, looking up at the sky?
 Or do you look down as you read?
 "The red apples are the sweetest," he said, but green is the colour for me
 Please whirl me around
 There's no earthly reason
 No earthly reason
 There is no earthly reason
 For rotting fruit to fall
 The smell of chips on a summer evening in Southend -
 With every sense I think of you, it sends me round the bend
 "Love that moves the sun in heaven, and all the stars"
 This is just a fraction of what is rightfully ours
 Please whirl me around
 There's no earthly reason
 No earthly reason
 There is no earthly reason
 For a boy to burn