Platform 5

Over the Willesden mountains

Early winter mornings

I have seen heaven falling down

Falling down through the dark clouds

Tumbling down to London

Lighting up the run down and forgotten

And as I wait there for my train

I’d like to take a picture

Turn it into a postcard

Send it round the whole world

So everyone can see

The cityscape before me

I inspire the cold air

Hold it in my lungs

Push tiny clouds from my lips, in the shape of words It’s kind of like magnetic poetry Shifting the whispers of those who are waiting While the sun climbs higher and higher And as I wait there for my train

I’d like to take a picture

Turn it into a postcard

Send it round the whole world

So everyone can see

The cityscape before me