Service is suspended

Service shall resume

Service running late again

Service running smooth

Space becomes so lonely, with these feeling of mistrust

Because the monster in the cupboard has made us feel we must



Spot the train, train

Spot a hole

Spot the train, spot the monster



And everyone’s buying bicycles (x4)



Cities looking empty

Cities running scared

Cities got new friends

That they cities really cared

The looks are trifle shifty, and their not about to change

Cos no one likes what they are not, and slowly we’re strange



Spot the train, train

Spot a hole

Spot the train, spot the monster



The quickest route to paradise

Is a short commute to paradise

And a sharp salute to paradise



And everyone’s buying bicycles (x8)