Whirlwind of Rubbish - Toydrum/Gavin Clark

When when when will we meet

When I'm outside the station

A whirlwind of rubbish around my feet

When when when will you come

With an army around you

Will I turn on my toes will I run

Will you strip the branches from the trees

For me for me for me

The old life is over

The old life is over

When when when will we meet

Will you turn round and face me

The ship fallen far from it's fleet

When when when will you come

With a handful of sky

Paper thin moon on your tongue

Will you strip the branches from the trees

For me for me for me

The old life is over

The old life is over