Wait and see
How empty we can be
Wait and see

Hand in hand
Running like the sand
Hand in hand

And if the sound of waves
Becomes a lake of tears
Wait and see
How empty we can be

Oh your arcane lies are over now
Banaler now and older still
And your princeling siblings
Take their pills
Wear their thrills and younger than.

They spool on to the part
Where he takes her to the park
And they ride home in the dark
On a milk float
If they would not give in
To the sentimental spin
Of the juke box jive
They grew up with

Underground
I'm going underground
Over you
Bakerloo
I'm going home on you
Bakerloo

She kissed me with her eyes
While she told me lies
Wait and see
How empty we can be
Wait and see.