Whirlwind Of Rubbish

When, when, when will we meet?

When I'm outside the station

A whirlwind of rubbish round my feet

When, when, when will you come?

With an army around you

Will I turn on my toes, will I run?

Will you strip the branches from the trees?

For me... for me... for me

The old life is over

The old life is over

When, when, when will we meet?

Will you turn round and face me?

The ship fallen far from it's feet

When, when, when will you come?

With a hand full of sky,

paper thin moon on your tongue

Will you strip the branches from the trees?

For me... for me... for me

The old life is over

The old life is over