Track byThe Pretty Things
For ten weeks now, number three stood empty Nobody thought there would be Family laughter behind the windows Or a Christmas tree Then a couple from up north Sorrow and his wife arrived Before the sun had left the streets They were living inside Then before too long The street it rang with the sound From number three there came the cry "S. F. Sorrow is born" S. F. Sorrow is born S. F. Sorrow is born S. F. Sorrow, S. F. Sorrow S. F. Sorrow is born The sunlight of his days Was spent in the gray of his mind As he stole love with a tongue of lies The world is shrinking in size S. F. Sorrow is born S. F. Sorrow is born S. F. Sorrow, S. F. Sorrow S. F. Sorrow is born Aah, S. F. Sorrow Aah, S. F. Sorrow Aah, S. F. Sorrow ...