Anekdoten - Sw4 lyrics

The lights have all turned red On holloway road A pale vision of inertia In cold halogen glow The last clapham bound train Is waiting to leave But the engine-driver's fallen Asleep at the wheel When i picked up the phone My hopes were put on hold The outgoing wires were humming My heart was growing cold No rattling of keys No break before the dawn I still wait for my relief What's taking him so long?

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