i’m just a silly little girl who missed the last train home, and now i’ve got to sleep on a bench in the station. that thursday summer’s sunset never looked so grey, as it does today. i look at the stars, wonder who’s watching them too, twinkle, twinkle, smiling down at me and you. i know somewhere out there, you’re under this sky, the same old sky that keeps me safe at night. remember that old lady who swallowed a fly? you changed the story, said it made her ill but she didn’t die. but i knew that old woman had far less sense, she swallowed a horse and ended up dead. i’m just a silly little girl who missed the last train home, thinking about a love that’s dead and gone. i close my eyes, still thinking of you, and wonder if somewhere, you’ll think of me too.
