A pale yellow morning moon hung over,
over the workaholics on the streets of rain
and high up in a window box
were blue forget-me-nots
right here
on the northern line
waterloo
you can hear the trains pulling out
from the world inside your room
you said if we start running
we could run forever
i can hear the trains pulling out
ten flights up in a tower block heaven
with half a return ticket in my pocket
and memories of all the same sad souvenirs
and the beating of the rain
in patterns on the same old pain i shared with you
and i tried to tell it true
but i don't hear you
waterloo
you can hear the trains pulling out
from the world inside your room
you said if we start running
we could run forever
i can hear the trains pulling out
hear the trains
pulling out
hear the trains
pulling out
hear the trains
pulling out
pulling out
hear the trains
hear the trains
waterloo