Station to station a slow march Towards the gates where every day is the same The red wine stains on your leather jacket, Is it my fault our yours Crimson lust, scarlet night Will you be waiting for me on the other side? Will you be waiting for me on the other side? Will you be waiting for me on the other side? Will you be waiting for me? Station to station, a habit of ours And we will never get bored again, never get bored again The red wine stains on your leather jacket, Is it my fault or yours Crimson lust, scarlet night Will you be waiting for me on the other side? Will you be waiting for me on the other side? Will you be waiting for me on the other side? Will you be waiting for me on the other side? Will you be waiting for me on the other side? Will you be waiting for me on the other side? Will you be waiting for me Waiting Waiting Waiting for me Waiting Waiting