It’s been a long time since I wrote a song.
Waiting on the platform
A ticket in my hand
A passport to happiness
A key to wonderland
Sitting in the carriage
A book on the seat
A pointless distraction
From the girl I’m off to meet
Blocking out the scenery
As it flies past my ear
I’ve got a feeling
It’s gonna be the perfect year
Because when I’m with her
My life feels so complete
It’s like I’m flying
No other moments compete
I just can’t help it
I wish that time could repair
That stupid, unfair flaw
Which means she’s not always there
Listening to the driver
As he ticks off the stops
In a blissful little bubble
Free of grumpy raindrops
Arriving at the station
A smile on my face
Wider than this city
So hard to erase
Sitting down to wait now
As she zooms below the street
The second she emerges
Life’s taste will be so sweet
Because when I’m with her
My life feels so complete
It’s like I’m flying
No other moments compete
I just can’t help it
I wish that time could repair
That stupid, unfair flaw
Which means she’s not always there
Remembering the last time
I held her to me close
My heart starts vibrating
It’s tough to compose
I can’t quite believe it
That someone like her
So talented and pretty
That time starts to blur
Should not only be
An amazing and trusted friend
But the first one to want me
To let me protect and depend
Because when I’m with her
My life feels so complete
It’s like I’m flying
No other moments compete
I just can’t help it
I wish that time could repair
That stupid, unfair flaw
Which means she’s not always there
There’s no one quite like her
No one could compare
She makes me act all silly
And adopt a stupid stare
I hope she’ll always call me
When she’s feeling low
Even the briefest conversation
Has me wishing for slow-mo
When it’s time to go home
Depart London and leave
Of course I’ll be sad
And might have to grieve
I’m leaving a great city
And the only girl I need
But I can’t always live in Heaven
And demand perfection for my greed
Because when I’m with her
My life feels so complete
It’s like I’m flying
No other moments compete
I just can’t help it
I wish that time could repair
That stupid, unfair flaw
Which means she’s not always there
I wish that time could repair
That stupid, unfair flaw
Which means she’s not always there
Waiting on the platform
A ticket in my hand…
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