Whirlwind of Rubbish - Toydrum, Gavin Clark

When, when, when will we meet?

When I’m outside the station

A whirlwind of rubbish around 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 fleet

When, when, when will you come?

With a handful 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