Every morning in April I wake up and stare at the ceiling alone   The radio's playing the songs that remind me of you, and I'm dreaming of home   They're all for the lonely - well that's me and I'm only the things that I wanted to be   But this girl from the city life has taken hold of me      (chorus)   On a carousel ride in the late afternoon   That spins me in circles when I'm dreaming of you   The telephone lines reflect in your eyes   All the boys you left broken behind   So it's me, without you   And I could never begin to come through   So come back home   To the West End with me      You come out on Fridays and tell me you can see yourself reflected in the rain   When you're walking over porcelain and running for hours again   And I wish I could show you the things that I know would change all your opinions of me   But you won't come when I call. And I wish I could be      CHORUS      You woke up that morning and told me that you never realised you could be   Anything you wanted to - so come around and fall into me   But what's the point you were making? Heaven isn't everything its made out to be?    But you won't come when I am falling down, so why won't you be...      CHORUS