Beachcoma - Blur

The point atwhich you looked at me Has always being part of my brain

Now my mind is in a whirl

And it seems

I am not the same

My dear and special friend

There’s never a point at which we ever loved

I’m in mine, and mine is fine

I’m wrapped up in shining days

Blackbirds in summer time

They find a low

I end up being you

My dear and special friend

There’s never a point at which we ever loved

The point at which I looked at you

Has always being part of my brain

Now my mind is in a whirl

And it seems

I am not the same

My dear and special friend

There’s never a point at which we ever loved