St Pancras

St Pancras, oh, you call to me

You show me things a man could never bring himself to see

A thousand memories

I cut my teeth, I grew up here

I packed up my naivety

I watched it disappear

I am alive, my dear

And, oh

You are the writing on the wall

And, oh

You are the high before the fall

And I

Am just a soul lost in a sea of blue and grey

And I am on my way

I am on my way

St Pancras, in the summer gloom

Nobody's ever shared with me the things I share with you

Nostalgia in the room

The times I learned to bite my tongue

The times I had to catch on fast to try and be someone

And the times I had to run

And, oh

You are the writing on the wall

And, oh

You are the high before the fall

And I

Am just a soul lost in a sea of blue and grey

And I am on my way

I am on my way

St Pancras, oh, you call to me

You show me things a man could never bring himself to see

I love you desperately

And, oh

You are the writing on the wall

And, oh

You are the high before the fall

And I

Am just a soul lost in a sea of blue and grey

And I am on my way

And, oh

You are the writing on the wall

And, oh

You are the high before the fall

And I

Am just a soul lost in a sea of blue and grey

And I am on my way

I am on my way

I am on my way

I am on my way