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Melodischer Breakbeats
(C) 2002-2026 : Michael Korte
(C) 2002-2026 : Michael Korte
There’s a station
Past the signs
Where the tracks run out
At the edge of closing time
I keep walking past the shuttered stores
Counting echoes down to platform four
Every window throws a shape of you
Every midnight makes the old ache new
We wrote our names beneath the iron stairs
Left our secrets in the smoke-filled air
We were young enough to miss the signs
Wild enough to leave the world behind
If you ever wonder
Why I never left for good
There’s a final promise
Still waiting where we stood
I’ll be waiting by the railway line
Where we used to lose all track of time
Where the midnight trains went roaring by
And we thought we’d never say goodbye
If you still remember me
Follow every memory
I’ll be waiting by the railway line
Till the last train leaves tonight
Don’t be late tonight
Don’t be late tonight
Before the last train—
Don’t be late tonight
I can hear your laughter through the rain
See us running for the final train
You were holding tightly to my hand
Like forever followed every plan
Now the city wears a different face
And the years have taken half this place
But beneath the rust and weathered stone
Part of us is waiting there alone
If you ever wonder
If I think about you still
(c) 2002 - 2026. : Michael Korte
Past the signs
Where the tracks run out
At the edge of closing time
I keep walking past the shuttered stores
Counting echoes down to platform four
Every window throws a shape of you
Every midnight makes the old ache new
We wrote our names beneath the iron stairs
Left our secrets in the smoke-filled air
We were young enough to miss the signs
Wild enough to leave the world behind
If you ever wonder
Why I never left for good
There’s a final promise
Still waiting where we stood
I’ll be waiting by the railway line
Where we used to lose all track of time
Where the midnight trains went roaring by
And we thought we’d never say goodbye
If you still remember me
Follow every memory
I’ll be waiting by the railway line
Till the last train leaves tonight
Don’t be late tonight
Don’t be late tonight
Before the last train—
Don’t be late tonight
I can hear your laughter through the rain
See us running for the final train
You were holding tightly to my hand
Like forever followed every plan
Now the city wears a different face
And the years have taken half this place
But beneath the rust and weathered stone
Part of us is waiting there alone
If you ever wonder
If I think about you still
(c) 2002 - 2026. : Michael Korte
