It's quiet now. i'm
standing down...falling.
i've stood in this place
time and time again.
and yet here i am now.
She said "you're falling behind.
alive. dead." i've fallen behind.
A precious thing, i'm
discarding...falling.
i've looked in your eyes
time and time again.
and yet here i am now.
It's all there,
a back and white picture
lost in translation.
cold and bare,
neon-green boots,
a busy train station.
and now....