I took the paternoster lift to the fourteenth floor   And I couldn’t help despairing over what I saw   Thousands of whippets were running around   And not one of them belonged to me      I don’t know if you’ve heard the news by now   But they’re planning on pulling all our old haunts down   Not that it’ll matter too much to you   But I have to live with the consequences      Without you I’ll still be smiling   But I won’t be having fun   I laid awake in my flat pack bed   And all I heard was one pair of lungs      I wasn’t always stuck in this state of affairs   He and I lorded it for two or three years   He said, “don’t get me wrong love, I’ve had a good time   But the concrete gets me down”      We talked for a while and we occasionally met   Just to keep up the pretence that it could happen again   But now all I’ve got is a postcode to go on   And that won’t get me laid      Without you I’ll still be smiling   But I won’t be having fun   I laid awake in my flat pack bed   And all I heard was one pair of lungs      And there are things you won’t forget   4711 at the nape of the neck   Swallow tattoos and cameo brooches   Applying eyes on southbound coaches   Raiding skips of next-door neighbours   Piles of unread Sunday papers   Stealing from cosmetics counters   And all the things I’ll never ,ever do again   Now that you’ve gone   And all the whippets, all the whippets   Pass me by, pass me by      Without you I’ll still be smiling   But I won’t be having fun   I laid awake in my flat pack bed   I had a spinning headache   And all I heard was one pair of lungs   I need to hear two pairs of lungs