She didn't answer the letters
She didn't return my calls
All the sweet nothings, deep meaning and pleadings still whisper around in the lines
Running north...
She didn't come to the playground
She didn't pick up the phone
So all that I think about coming to England is lost in the humming of lines
Running north....
Can't you hear?
Can't you hear?
Can't you hear?
Can't you hear?
She's in a car in the country
I'm in a house in the town
She doesn't know of those telegram notes
Of yelling and swearing and crying
Can't you hear?
Can't you hear?
I'm talking to nothing but time
I'm talking to you in the lines
Running north...
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