Down on the platform

Shapes in a sandstorm

Lines of faces

Keeping their secrets

They're thinking about the weekend

They're thinking about new clothes

They're thinking about touching

But everyone's watching



They're buttoned up against it

And all of the King's horses

And all of the five senses



And dreams so fleeting

Where the carpets are deep

And the ends are all meeting



And they're pulled along by love

They're pulled along by love

And they're pulled along by love

Pulled along by love



Maybe he's a good son

Maybe he has bad dreams

Maybe she's staying

But she thought about leaving

And maybe those two have been

Together for ages

Or maybe they're strangers

From different stations



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The sun comes up on you and me

We fall out of bed and we work all day

And we're thinking about the weekend

We're thinking about new clothes

We're thinking about touching

But everyone's watching



We're buttoned up against it

We wrap ourselves round it

Like fire in a blanket

And dreams so fleeting

Where the carpets are deep

And the ends are all meeting



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