I've been locked away for too long
Looking at these same walls every day
NME clippings cover chipped paint
And my heart is still in Prague.
Somehow, the thought makes me weep
And somehow, it makes me retch
I've been hiding for far too long
Drinking white wine and twitching
Some new music drowns out my groan
Because my heart is still in Prague.
Why do I remember her face
When I have tried so hard to forget?
I've been convulsing for far too long
Screaming her name, and little else
A falling guitar reminds me where I am
My heart cannot remain in Prague
And yet something so strong
Pulls me back to the dreams.