One man on a lonely platform, one case sitting by his side, two eyes staring cold and silent, the atmosphere as he turns to height. One man on a lonely platform, one case sitting by his side, two eyes staring cold and silent, one man on a lonely platform, one case sitting by his side, two eyes staring cold and silent, the atmosphere as he turns to height. We fade to grey. We fade to grey. Feel the rain like an English summer, hear the notes from a distant sun, stepping out from a backshot poster, wishing life would be so long. We fade to grey. We fade to grey. We fade to grey. We fade to grey.