If I counted up the hours I spent on the phone to you Or waiting at train stations to meet you I’d give myself maybe a thousand hours estimate And that still wouldn’t make up for the sleep you made me lose If someone told me I could have it all back No more writing or reflecting or thinking on what could be I’d tell that person they don’t know me at all Cos you made me who I am and they don’t get how much you mean to me
This may come as a surprise But I don’t care if we fight Cos I’d rather that you lie Than you not be there at all So I’ll sing you some clichés As I count down day by day Till I board another train
So I’ll spend another night writing about you all I can And revel in our shared sense of nostalgia Memories made from Waterloo to Hyde Park, Covent Garden, Camden Market, Squares of Leicester and Trafalgar If someone told me I could give it all back No more hostels or those long goodbyes where no-one wants to go I’d talk about the time we sung in the rain Skipping buses cos you didn’t want to leave me to go home
This may come as a surprise, But I love the sleepless nights Though I tend to speak my mind I go overboard, I know So I’ll sing you some clichés As I count down day by day Till I board another train
This may come as a surprise But I don’t care if we fight Cos I’d rather that you lie Than you not be there at all So I’ll sing you some clichés As I count down day by day Till I board another train