Lydia, The Ink Will Never Dry

Near the Palace Hotel Where we used to dwell Engraved against your wishes One of your greatest misses You hope the ink will never dry You're fooling yourself You feel set-up You're telling yourself You don't believe in luck On Princess Street Where we used to meet We knew not where we're treading Or how the dye will spread in You hope the ink will never dry You hope the ink will never dry You're fooling yourself You been set-up You're telling yourself You've done enough Lydia, tell me how hard can it be? I don't know about you But it feels good to me Lydia, tell me how hard can it be? I don't know about you But it feels good to me Lydia, tell me how hard can it be? I don't know about you But it feels good to me