Malcolm Middleton Kiss At The Station
I’m rolling, I’m rumbling
Towards you
Railing, aiming
Straight for you
The target is your heart
Destination lips
Come on I’ve had enough waiting
Now I’m thinking of a
Kiss at the station
Oh-oh
Sick from being patient
Oh oh
The rain is coming down
And I don’t know where to go
My brain is coming round
And I don’t know how to tell you
I’m tongue-tied, un-lied
Addicted to you
Evil, useless
Without you
The target is your heart
Destination lips
Come on I’ve had enough waiting
Now I’m thinking of a
Kiss at the station
Oh-oh
Sick from being patient
Oh oh
The rain us coming down
And I don’t know where to go
My brain is coming round
And I don’t know how to tell you
I can see it coming closer every day
I can feel it growing further every night
