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 of the same old pain
I shared with you and I tried to tell it rue 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 Waterloo

SUBMIT CORRECTIONS