Moved away last year
And I almost convinced myself that I'd
I'd healed, I'd left that trauma in that city
Oh I, I thought I was over it
But it turns out these feelings still
Exist but they just exist in one place

We'd go to Soho
And take loads of photos
With people we don't know
To think that we were doing
Better than we were
God, it was hard work
Sometimes I can't help but think

If I wound up at your door
Would you hear me out?
Would it all still feel the same in the here and now?
Would you question my nostalgia or meet me there?
Would you forget all our faults?
Would you even care
That I'm here without you?
That I'm here without you?

It's getting oh so draining seeing your face painted onto
Strangers on trains in places that we've never been to
Who am to think that I could keep this grief contained to
This little part of the world?

I don't go to Soho
But it ain't just Soho
That makes me think about you

If I wound up at your door
Would you hear me out?
Would it all still feel the same in the here and now?
Would you question my nostalgia or meet me there?
Would you forget all our faults?
Would you even care
That I'm here without you?
That I'm here without you?

If I wound up at your door
I'm here without you
I'm here without you
I'm here without you
I'm here without you
I'm here without you
I'm here without
Ooh, ooh, ooh

If I wound up at your door
Would you hear me out?
Would it all still feel the same in the here and now?
Would you question my nostalgia or meet me there?
Would you forget all our faults?
Would you even care?