Sentimental (capital radio session)

Bed sit meals, a cheap white wine, [or is it "basic needs"?]
I raise my glass to you.
I think I lose my mind,
There's nothing else to do.

Look at me now,
I used to be your darling boy.
Look at me now,
Just another lonely day.

Is it a crime that we are sentimental?
We're touching the clouds,
But still our feet are on the ground.
We're counting the cost,
Of all our sentimental ways.
Sentimental Ways,
Sentimental Ways,
Sentimental Ways.

Morning dew and old, dead fools,
The words that I still hear.
Boy you lose your mind,
There's nothing for you here.

Look at me now,
The lucky one who got away.
Look at me now,
Just another lonely day.

[guitar solo]

Oh, well is it a crime that we are sentimental?
We're touching the clouds,
And well, still our feet are on the ground.
We're counting the cost,
Of all our sentimental ways.
Sentimental Ways,
Sentimental Ways,
Sentimental Ways.

Oh, sentimental, oh-oh,
Oh-oh-oh,
Sentimental.

Oh, well is it a crime that we are sentimental?
We're touching the clouds,
And well, still our feet are on the ground.
We're counting the cost,
Of all our sentimental ways.
Sentimental Ways,
Sentimental Ways,
Sentimental Ways.

Oh-oh-oh,
Oh-oh-oh.