歌词
Lying in his bed at night
He hears the trains go by
Rolling past the graveyard
Marking out the time
Oh lord grant me glory
Oh lord grant me fame
Oh lord, get me out of this
Then everything will change
So the boy got lucky
Turned his world from grey to red
And all the circus people
Gathered round his head
On the night I met him
The Christmas streets were cold
Last year's decorations
Falling from the wall
Silent people pushing past
They didn't know his name
He had come from nowhere
And he was going back there again
All the night I listened
All the night he talked
I looked for the answer behind his eyes
There was nothing there at all
Written by: Dave Goulding, Dave Morgan, Oisin Little, Pete Astor
