You picked a house near the railway So that at a minute's notice You could pack your belongings, and Leave on the fly
You put your bed near the window You told me that you liked it Said the traffic noise was calming Lets you know someone's there
//Is that rain I hear? Must be the train my dear //Above us the sky is clear and evening draws near //If tomorrow's another day, tomorrow we'll hide away //We'll send out our ghosts to play, and tell them to stay
You pulled the blinds down from the windows Said if anyone was looking That would surely send the message: 'We have nothing to hide'
You put the mugs all in order By size and by colour If variety is such a spice Our cupboards are thyme
//Is that rain I hear? Must be the train my dear //Above us the sky is clear and evening draws near //If tomorrow's another day, tomorrow we'll hide away //We'll send out our ghosts to play, and tell them to stay