The 8:15 to Central

Verse 1

Platform four

Red brick dust on my boots

Panting

Late again for the lecture hall

Thick heat

Rising off the heavy metal tracks

I sink

Into the vinyl seat

Chorus

Oh the way you pull me in

Like the tide at Botany Bay

Deep blue

Deep blue

Drowning in the summer skin

It is a heavy kind of grace

Deep blue

Deep blue

Post-Chorus

Ooh ooh

Higher than the birds go

Aah aah

Verse 2

Staring out

Past the gum trees and the wire

Sweating

Thinking of the way we moved

Hard floor

Salt on my tongue and your shoulder

Biting

Down on a messy kind of truth

Quick breath

Sharp nails

Lost in the rush of it

Chorus

Oh the way you pull me in

Like the tide at Botany Bay

Deep blue

Deep blue

Drowning in the summer skin

It is a heavy kind of grace

Deep blue

Deep blue

Post-Chorus

Ooh ooh

Higher than the birds go

Aah aah

Bridge

The engine hums a low vibration

My body hums a secret song

Your ghost is in my hair

Your ghost is in my clothes

Your ghost is on the window pane

I can feel the bruise blooming

I can feel the blood rushing

I can feel the world stop

Chorus

Oh the way you pull me in

Like the tide at Botany Bay

Deep blue

Deep blue

Drowning in the summer skin

It is a heavy kind of grace

Deep blue

Deep blue

Outro

Central station

Next stop

Let me off the train

I am floating

Above the platform

Above the crowds

Higher

Higher

Higher

Ah!