Number 5

The 5A is a spectre
It goes along Wilton Road
And starts to pick up ghosts of old
From where the lonely people used to live

Number five
Number five and seven
Number five
Took me to my Heaven

The toy shop's no longer there
And no-one else seems to care
The sacred heart starts to weep
Its children long gone to sleep
Remains of my yesterday
My plastic dreams blown away

Number five
Number five and seven
Number five
Took me to my Heaven

Secret worlds within my attic
Ties that bind me to their magic
Number five and Number seven
Took me all the way to Heaven

In my attic
Witton magic
Witton magic
We're all magic
Days of magic
Aston magic

The toy shop's no longer there
Why did it have to go away?
Why did it have to go away?
My plastic dreams blown away

The sacred heart starts to weep
For memories I need to keep
Forever locked here inside
Are secrets I learned to hide
The toy shop's no longer there
And no-one else seems to care
Why did it have to go away?
My plastic dreams blown away
My plastic dreams blown away
My plastic dreams blown away
My plastic dreams blown away

Number five
Number five and seven
Number five
Number five and seven
Number five
Number five and seven
Number five
Number five and seven