Give me a message … just a message
To tell me you are still thinking about me,
To tell me you are in the same train with me,
a train that is taking us to the same place.
Please, mind the gap between love and hurt.
This is not Acton Town station anymore,
This is ‘’I have been hurt before’’ station.
This is not the Piccadilly line service to Uxbridge,
This is the line which you can’t cross that goes to my heart –
And the door’s closing.
Please mind the door, because
Once it’s closed, you can’t open it again
There is no key for it.
This train is moving fast and
won’t wait for you.
So if it’s no, wait for the next one.
The next train is coming in …
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