Plastic Cup Toast

(hmmm-mm) Fluorescent buzz above the yellow line

Another passenger with frozen time

I text you that I'm only five away

But the tracks are empty,

nothing's on the way

Underground, the lights go dim

Raise a plastic cup up to the brim

To the last train that we both missed

In the shadow of a quiet drift (ooh-yeah)

Five minutes away, five minutes away

(plastic cup toast)

Platform sweeper moves his heavy broom

Echoes bouncing in a hollow room

We toast the plastic cup to what we pretend Five minutes away,

until the very end

Five minutes away... (hmmm-mm)