Who But You For My Broken Heart?

I heard a Londoner’s sweet song
Caught me out and left me here
And now he’s gone
Ooooh, I switched on a radio-ooooh
But then and there he was singing
His sweet sweet song.
I wanna beat my head
Run myself away from home
To get as far away
So I can scream
As loud as I can
Why did they take away my man?
It’s such a mess
Now you don’t exist
The seventh element
That you wrote down in pain and awe
Has left the room
Coloured serious blue
And the paint won’t dry.
But then life — the cold beats on
(This chapter will persist)
With those surly men and
Women sat with nothing on
You loved me with such style
You showed me your mixed up soul
You sat up late with me and soothed my lonely broken heart
Who but you for my broken heart?