Futures and Pasts - Live - BBC Session

I was in a sleeping dream
 When a policeman brought my mother home
 By the window I didn't scream
 I was too old for that
 I was in a drunken dream
 The pubs were closed
 It was three o'clock
 At the bottom of the street it seemed
 There was a policeman lost in the fog
 I understand but I don't see it
 I understand but I don't see it
 I understand but I don't read it
 Futures and Pasts
 You can cry for your lost childhood
 Will you cry for our lost childhoods?
 But remember how you hated it
 And worse cause you couldn't state it?
 And it's time for the note, see it
 And it's time for the note, say it
 And it's time for the note, read it
 Futures and Pasts
 Look at the woman of thirty-nine
 Look at the man of forty-nine
 You can read their lousy lives
 You can see their ugly face lines
 They understand but they don't see it
 They understand but they don't see it
 I understand but I don't read it
 Futures and Pasts
 I understand but I don't see it
 I understand but I don't see it
 I understand but I don't read it
 Futures and Pasts