The sight of the façade of the Palace Hotel, SouthendnWith every sense I think of you - it sends me round the bendnLove that moves the sun in heaven, and all the stars…nThis is just a fraction of what is rightfully oursnnPlease whirl me aroundnThere's no earthly reasonnNo earthly reasonnThere is no earthly reasonnFor darkness after dawn…nnIt's not that I want to be rich, I just want to be heroically poornMoney may buy happiness, but you can give me morenI want back my favourite wet Wednesday afternoonnI'll take my dreams to the grave with me nIf you don't say something soon…nnPlease whirl me aroundnThere's no earthly reasonnNo earthly reasonnThere is no earthly reasonnFor a boy to burnnnThe Peak Frean's factory pumping smoke reminds me of the pastnOf waking up quite terrified, of always coming lastnAre you, like me, looking up at the sky?nOr do you look down as you read?nThe red apples are the sweetest, he said, but green is the colour for me…nnPlease whirl me aroundnThere's no earthly reasonnNo earthly reasonnThere is no earthly reasonnFor rotting fruit to fall…nnThe smell of chips on a summer evening in Southend -nWith every sense I think of you, it sends me round the bendnLove that moves the sun in heaven, and all the stars…nThis is just a fraction of what is rightfully oursnnPlease whirl me aroundnThere's no earthly reasonnNo earthly reasonnThere is no earthly reasonnFor a boy to burn…n