Headed southbound on the Northern Line
To The Reds to wait for you
Until the closing bars would kick us out
And race the morning to your room
But morning always
Just came too soon
For you
You spilled your secret as you soundly slept
Someone else had dreamed of you
The truth is I was never worth the loss
And you were never mine to lose
And morning always
Just came too soon
For you
Morning always
Just came too soon
For you
But the sunrise that you left me with
Is grey like it was bruised
So promise not to wake me then
And I'll sleep this through
Headed southbound on the Northern Line
Where Charing Cross will always wait
Are you talking to your dreams tonight?
Are you whispering my name?