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.