Am I mourning

At six in the evening?

When we met on the train

You fell into my seat and you were

Wet from the rain

And held my eyes

Longer than was needed to apologise

Here come the butterflies

Exposure is a minefield

Composure is a toxic bleed

Life in the streets has shifted

Where are you?

Are you looking for me?

Loving that time on the train

With the right change

Loving that doorway

That time we sheltered in from the rain

That laugh, that glance

That anticipation

Of catching your eye

It’s all been erased

And we suffer

Apocalyptic nostalgia

We suffer

Apocalyptic nostalgia

Open the door and fear drives

Into the streets, into our lives

As walls corrode a siren’s heard

To stay away and save the world

For the boy, for the girl

When we met on the train

You fell into my seat and you were

Wet from the rain

And held my eyes

Longer than was needed to apologise

Here come the butterflies

(Wanting that time back)

Comings, goings

(Wanting that life back)

Hypocrites are never far away

(Wanting that time back)

But your life is worth the wait  

So I’ll stay (wanting that life back)

And suffer

Apocalyptic nostalgia

And suffer

Apocalyptic nostalgia

Loving that time on the train

With the right change

Loving that doorway

That time we sheltered in from the rain

That laugh, that glance

That anticipation

Of catching your eye

It’s all been erased

And we suffer

Apocalyptic nostalgia

Apocalyptic nostalgia

Open the door and fear drives

Into the streets, into our lives

As walls corrode a siren’s heard

To stay away and save the world

And we suffer (For the boy)

Apocalyptic nostalgia (For the girl)

And we suffer

(Open the door and fear drives)

Apocalyptic nostalgia

(Into the streets into our lives)

(As walls corrode a siren’s heard)

(To stay away and save the world)

And we suffer

(To stay away and save the world)

Apocalyptic nostalgia

(To stay away and save the world)

For the girl, for the boy

For the boy, for the girl