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Snow on the platform,
the platform is bare
Ticket in hand, watching breath in the air
The last train is coming
to carry me home
Under the yellow light,
standing alone
Oh, the cold wind hums a tune
(hummmm) Carrying me back to you
Across the frozen night
We fade from sight
Passing the windows of houses asleep
Counting the secrets the dark winter keeps
Each passing station
a flicker of gold
Leaving behind all the warmth I could hold
Oh, the cold wind hums a tune
(hummmm) Carrying me back to you
Across the frozen night
We fade from sight