@MattAbbottPoet

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Showing posts with label trains. Show all posts
Showing posts with label trains. Show all posts

26 May 2011

Bridge Street


At dawn rise, she starts to drift off to sleep
A secret sworn as he's creeping down her mother's stairs
No hiding the stride of a billionaire
And at nine; maybe half-past or ten
The simple choice of two men;
Her boyfriend or her lover
On Sunday evening she'll discover the blues
She'll have to choose fairly soon
On one hand she'll stop and swoon
But comfort can't be shifted
Although it's colder since she drifted away
Her days have long since been ruled
She can't help feeling a fool
But that familiar haze
Since he first held her, with his gaze...

And the rain that falls does nothing to dampen the mood at all
She hides in a hole on Bridge Street, just waiting for him to call
And the way he takes the greatest care on her coffee breaks
You can change someone's way for the rest of the day
With something simple and small

The X17 into town tries it's best to slow down
The meeting of two hearts;
This afternoon his train departed
She's started taking with her hair
It's several months since she cared
Or spared a second's thought
She ties it back so they won't get caught
And he taught her not to doubt on her dreams
It's never quite as it seems
But now her fear encroaches;
She holds her breath, as he approaches...

And the rain that falls does nothing to dampen the mood at all
She hides in a hole on Bridge Street, just waiting for him to call
And the way he takes the greatest care on her coffee breaks
You can change someone's way for the rest of the day
With something simple and small

She never set an agenda
Never thought that he would surrender
On that sunny sandy beach in the summer in Spain
Never thought this would happen again
And it's been at least 48 hours
And everything he says, she happily devours...
And then it's back to the lies
And living the life that they both despise

And the rain that falls does nothing to dampen the mood at all
That wonderful escape on Bridge Street
And now she's back to missing his calls...

17 Aug 2007

The Thrill of Thirty Seconds



It was five-past the hour when you said your train was due
But in the spirit of the evening I arrived on fifty-two
I was going through my inbox on a regular basis
And occasionally scanning through all the rush-hour faces
I wondered down the platform, but I could not see a sign
I looked-up at the clock, and it was only fifty-nine
Just you and me together, that's the way it needs to be
I'm standing here, waiting for you, on Platform 23

It feels like time is slowing down for our secret rendezvous in town
As anticipation beckons I start counting-down the seconds
My heart beats fast but the clock ticks slowly, you could be my one and only
As anticipation beckons I've felt the thrill of thirty seconds
Felt the thrill of thirty seconds

It almost seems too perfect as you glide along the floor
I looked for imperfections and loved everything I saw
I'd never felt so scared, infatuated or excited
I felt just like a school-boy, and for some reason I liked it
I wondered down the platform, but I could not see a sign
I looked-up at the clock, and it was only fifty-nine
Just you and me together, that's the way it's gonna be
I'm standing here, waiting for you, on Platform 23

It feels like time is slowing down for our secret rendezvous in town
As anticipation beckons I start counting-down the seconds
My heart beats fast but the clock ticks slowly, you could be my one and only
As anticipation beckons I've felt the thrill of thirty seconds
Felt the thrill of thirty seconds

And I could not seem to settle, so I tried to make a call
And then I suddenly remembered, what you'd written on my wall
It wasn't even special, just the fact that it was you
And the fact that we were meeting, was just too good to be true

It feels like time is slowing down for our secret rendezvous in town
As anticipation beckons I start counting-down the seconds
My heart beats fast but the clock ticks slowly, you could be my one and only
As anticipation beckons I've felt the thrill of thirty seconds

Time is slowing down for our secret rendezvous in town
As anticipation beckons I start counting-down the seconds
My heart beats fast but the clock ticks slowly, you could be my one and only
As anticipation beckons I've felt the thrill of thirty seconds
Felt the thrill of thirty seconds

Felt the thrill of thirty seconds
Felt the thrill of thirty seconds
Felt the thrill of thirty seconds