A train went past the window To interrupt the night The waiting hours of morning Seemed further from his sight
The wet wall by the playground Glistened through the rain And crying seemed as natural As parents always claim
Silence makes the memory loud And silence makes me pray Though empty hearts can beat as loud As full ones during the day
Sorrow that a desperate man Can chase away with light Always finds his spirit weak When evening turns to night
The Kings Cross train slows down at night When the sky is dark Right next to the infant school Opposite the park
Rain falls down on Abbey Hill Memories start to shout As sky and locomotive Let the tears run outTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
