A quarter to four, the train is leaving
the hall inside falls silent again
and the man´s left behind, alone again
another day that she´s just walked byOh how he hopes that maybe one day
she won´t buy the paper, but ask for his name
and he´s lost in her voice, lost in his vision
she´s echoing inside of the man in his dream

Without bleeding he can´t see
Without bleeding he can´t know

And in his mind, and in his perception
a fragile smile in her face
Is coming down, will lead him away
A constant commotion
a daydream away

Inside his dream´s her gentle smile
of kindness, warmth and deep sympathy
Poor Allan so hurt, so lonely that he
Suspects he could never love anyone

Without bleeding he can´t see
Without bleeding he can´t know

And in his mind, and in his perception
a fragile smile in her face
Is coming down, will lead him away
A constant commotion
a daydream away