Under the Bus Station Clock

If I could only figure

Where it is you'd like to be in your dreams

Then I could whisper it

In your ear whilst you sleep

And you won't have to worry

Or have to try too hard

To find a place for me

Cos in my bubble

This world, I'm leaving behind

It's my favourite place to be

When the disguise drops

Under the bus station clock

Is where we'll meet

With me tearing hearts into my ticket

While the sun sets a different shade

Well in this bubble I don't have to worry

About the opinions of the self-assured

The have's and the have-more's

The Soho House crowd bores

I'm floating further away

Than I ever managed to get before

So if you never, ever see me again

Maybe I made it to heaven?

When the disguise drops

Under the bus station clock

Is where we'll meet

With me tearing hearts into my ticket

While the statue faces a different way

And your prints can still be found around here

Don't know how they managed to survive the years

At least the things you never knew

Can't come back and try haunting you

Cos the cut-off are truly lost

When the disguise drops

Under the bus station clock

Is where we'll meet

With me tearing hearts into my ticket