Waiting on a Sunday afternoon For what I've read between the lines Your lies Feeling like a hand in rusted chains So do you laugh at those who cry? Reply
Leaving on a Southern train Only yesterday you lied Promises of what I seemed to be Only watched the time go by All of these things you said to me
Breathing is the hardest thing to do With all I've said and all that's dead for you You lied Goodbye
Leaving on a Southern train Only yesterday you lied Promises of what I seemed to be Only watched the time go by All of these things I said to you