Besedila: Stornoway. Beachcomber's Windowsill. Boats And Trains.

Waiting for a train, going nowhere
In a nowhere station
Staying up last night
Going nowhere, with my trains of thought
Sleeping with your boy, going nowhere
In a long distance relation
Blinded of your senses
By the fear of unrequited love

And once more I woke up
In the moonlight
And once more our paths crossed
Through the night,
And a moments hesitation
Your silent invocation
But you shielded me from your glow
Like a moth against your window
And I?m too shy to stop you in your tracks
Oh and you leave me in the dark

Drifting in my boat, going nowhere
With my aspirations
You and me connected, unexpected
In our drifting box
But you still see him
And I am sinking
In the storm of separation
Blinded of my senses
By the fear of unrequited love

And once more I woke up
In the moonlight,
And twice more our paths crossed
Through the night
And a moments hesitation
Your silent invocation
But you shielded me from your glow
Like a moth against your window
And I?m too shy to stop you in your tracks
Oh and you leave me in the dark again

And I need someone to stop me from drifting
Its getting late to be travelling

Destined to go nowhere by the fear of unrequited love

(Thanks to Ro for these lyrics)