Lookin' out through this window I see the burnt out wreckage of the Ancoats dream No more Lowry or matchstick men Only boarded up houses and the memories of better days Better days The light has faded Now the people got them living in the tower blocks I'm sitting in the history And the bricks still sound like an era that was good to me And you, and me Where did all the gardeners go? From the scene of the crime It was such a long time ago Ago The light has faded Now the people got them living in the tower blocks I'm sitting in the history And the bricks still sound like an era that was good to me And you, and me Where did all the gardeners go? From the scene of the crime It was such a long time, ago Ago