A Maze in Greys

Four white smoke stacks saw you standing alone
On a platform in miserable weather
I can hear through the cracks in your voice on the phone
We're no closer to being together
Just the thought of those sighs and your cold hands and skin
Make the muscles around my heart tighten
I get dust in my eyes just as soundcheck begins
And you're boarding a train bound for Brighton, for Brighton
Tired and frozen the path that we've chosen
It seems like a circular maze
Divided by wedges I'm betting our hedges
Will keep us both in here for days and days and days and days
Pints in small barrooms and leaves on the tracks
Not a second of sunlight outdoors
Versus thin walls and carfumes and CDs in stacks
Sleeping on kind aquaintances' floors
Pencil a date and then patiently wait
Incubating the plans that we've laid
Across oceans and nations, airports and bus stations
Eventual connections are made, their made
Tired and frozen the path that we've chosen
It seems like a circular maze
Divided by wedges I'm betting our hedges
Will keep us both in here for days, and
Nights spent alone walking blind towards home
Holding fast to the things we believe in
Like this dream I can't shake
It's the one where we wake to the sound of familiar
Breathing, breathe in, breathe in