Из альбома: Mini-Skirt
The wind chills you down to the bone,
The clouds say that snow's on the way,
The bar's doors are shut, windows locked-tight,
In the station a lifetime away
The time-table's faded and torn,
There might be one more train today,
There's nobody here you can ask,
In the station a lifetime away
You zip up your coat but the wind blows right through you,
You turn up your collar, your fingers turn blue,
What's that in the distance? Could that be a tram?
But your mind's playing tricks, tricks on you
The waiting-room windows are broken,
So cold icy fingers can play,
Just how in the fuck did you wind up,
At the station a lifetime away