Down on the platform Shapes in a sandstorm Lines of faces Keeping their secrets They're thinking about the weekend They're thinking about new clothes They're thinking about touching But everyone's watching They're buttoned up against it And all of the King's horses And all of the five senses And dreams so fleeting Where the carpets are deep And the ends are all meeting And they're pulled along by love They're pulled along by love And they're pulled along by love Pulled along by love Maybe he's a good son Maybe he has bad dreams Maybe she's staying But she thought about leaving And maybe those two have been Together for ages Or maybe they're strangers From different stations Ch The sun comes up on you and me We fall out of bed and we work all day And we're thinking about the weekend We're thinking about new clothes We're thinking about touching But everyone's watching We're buttoned up against it We wrap ourselves round it Like fire in a blanket And dreams so fleeting Where the carpets are deep And the ends are all meeting Ch