Headed southbound on the northern line To the rest, to wait for you Until the closing bars will kick us out And race the morning to your room Morning always just came too soon for you You spilled your secret as you soundly slept Someone else had dreamed of you The truth is I was never worth the loss And you were never mine to lose Morning always just came too soon for you Morning always just came too soon with you But the sunrise that you left me with Was grey like it was bruised Just promise not to wake me then And I'll sleep this through Headed southbound on the northern line Where Charing Cross will always wait Are you talking to your dreams tonight? Are you whispering my name?