Northfield, in the playground out of hours Never knowing Rising, falling Far north, in the rose hour In the stoplight, the wasted day Rising, falling In the weakness, in the chambers As a witness at the station Rising, falling Further north, in the wavelength Drawn up through the needle In the speaking, nothing said In the breathing Rising, falling In the metered, in the footfall Rising, falling Now's the time because we can The time is now ♪ You think this is easy?