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