The last train is nearly due,
The underground is closing soon,
And in the dark deserted station,
Restless in anticipation,
A man waits in the shadows.
I bruise you, you bruise me
We both bruise too easily
Too easily to let it show
I love you, and that's all I know
Is it a kind of dream,
Floating out on the tide,
Following the river of death downstream?
Oh, is it a dream?
My love must be a kind of blind love
I can't see anyone but you
Are the stars out tonight?
I don't know if it's cloudy or bright
I only have eyes for you, dear