Trains To Brazil Lyrics - Through The Windowpane - Guillemots

It's 1 o'clock on a Friday morning 

I'm trying to keep my back from wall, 

The prophets and their pawns have had another success 

I'm wondering why we bother at all 

And I think of you on cold winter mornings 

Darling they remind me of when we were at school 

Nothing really mattered when you called out my name 

In fact Nothing really mattered at all 

And I think about how long it will take them to blow us away 

But I won't get me down 

I'm just thankful to be facing the day 

'Cause days don't get you far when you're gone 

It's 5 o' clock on a Friday morning 

One hundred telephones sit and ring 

One of them's from someone who knew you 

And I still think of you on cold winter mornings 

Darling they'll still remind me of when we were at school 

When they could never have persuaded me that lives like yours were in the hands of these erroneous fools 

And to those of you who live your lives from one day to the next 

Well, let them take you to next! 

Can't you live and be thankful you're here? 

See it could be you tomorrow, next year