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, yeah
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



Credits
Writer(s): Anderson, Isaac Elliot
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