Station To Station (Variation)

My face and the city Trading places in the glass Every station pulls the light apart And puts it back with someone else's past The words I saved are still in my coat pocket Folded small enough to lose Station to station The night fills in the blanks Everything I didn't say Still warm inside my hands The carriage empties out in stages Each stop a little quieter now Your name was on my tongue at Kingsland By Dalston it had turned to sound Station to station The night fills in the blanks Everything I didn't say Still warm inside my hands Maybe some words aren't meant for speaking Maybe they're meant to ride the rails All the way to the last stop Where the silence doesn't fail Station to station The night fills in