Waterloo (The Dream Academy)

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