Spasmodique Retreat In Anger Lyrics

I'm sorry to conclude
that you're not doing very well
it must have been two years now
since my mind got blank on you
like a servant, like a slave
you keep running back to me
don't you realise at all
that the trip you're on ain't mine
I despise the people who live on your planet

I found a photo
stuck between a pile of magazines
it's you on the beach
in a dark-red bathing suit
you look good, you look young
against the grey, cloudless sky
I remember when it's was made
it was summer '85
and it must have been one week
before you lost your mind