lyrics
Across the platform it is waiting for you
Waiting there and it looks so good too
Try to cast your eyes away, but its no good
They only do what they want to do
So you squeeze yourself inside the train,
At London you pop out again, I'm
Chained at my desk, put my brain on the shelf
Til the evening
And every morning is the bloody same
I'm beckoned to the sound of a lady's voice
"The 0845 to Southend Victoria,
Will shortly be arriving at platform eight"
But I squeeze myself inside the train
Another chance has gone again
To return no more, hide my brain in the drawer
Til the evening
But I know one day I coming back
And one day, maybe one day,
I will see you
And when I cross the line, no going back
And one day, maybe one day,
I will see you
And it really could have been just perfect
Eating fish and chips, and an ice cream too
Plodging to my waist in the freezing waters
And drying off my suit in the afternoon
But I sat down on a different train
Never to return again
I'm in such mess, put my brain to rest
For the evening
credits
from
My Last Attempt To Rule The World,
released January 1, 2008
Written by - Stephen Justice, Daniel Slee, Matthew Slee
Stephen Justice - Vocals, Bass Guitar, Piano, Percussion
Daniel Slee - Drums
Matthew Slee - Guitars, Backing Vocals
Image by Lousia Slee
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