Under the Bus Station Clock Songtext
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Under the Bus Station Clock Songtext
If I could only figure
Where it is you′d like to be in your dreams
Then I could whisper it
In your ear whilst you sleep
And you won't have to worry
Or have to try too hard
To find a place for me
Cos in my bubble
This world, I′m leaving behind
It's my favourite place to be
When the disguise drops
Under the bus station clock
Is where we'll meet
With me tearing hearts into my ticket
While the sun sets a different shade
Well in this bubble I don′t have to worry
About the opinions of the self-assured
The have′s and the have-more's
The Soho House crowd bores
I′m floating further away
Than I ever managed to get before
So if you never, ever see me again
Maybe I made it to heaven?
When the disguise drops
Under the bus station clock
Is where we'll meet
With me tearing hearts into my ticket
While the statue faces a different way
And your prints can still be found around here
Don′t know how they managed to survive the years
At least the things you never knew
Can't come back and try haunting you
Cos the cut-off are truly lost
When the disguise drops
Under the bus station clock
Is where we′ll meet
With me tearing hearts into my ticket
Where it is you′d like to be in your dreams
Then I could whisper it
In your ear whilst you sleep
And you won't have to worry
Or have to try too hard
To find a place for me
Cos in my bubble
This world, I′m leaving behind
It's my favourite place to be
When the disguise drops
Under the bus station clock
Is where we'll meet
With me tearing hearts into my ticket
While the sun sets a different shade
Well in this bubble I don′t have to worry
About the opinions of the self-assured
The have′s and the have-more's
The Soho House crowd bores
I′m floating further away
Than I ever managed to get before
So if you never, ever see me again
Maybe I made it to heaven?
When the disguise drops
Under the bus station clock
Is where we'll meet
With me tearing hearts into my ticket
While the statue faces a different way
And your prints can still be found around here
Don′t know how they managed to survive the years
At least the things you never knew
Can't come back and try haunting you
Cos the cut-off are truly lost
When the disguise drops
Under the bus station clock
Is where we′ll meet
With me tearing hearts into my ticket
Writer(s): Ross Anthony Jarman, Gary Jarman, Ryan Jarman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com