If I could only figure
Where it is you'd like to be in your dreams
Then I could whisper it
In your ear whilst you sleep
And you won’t have to worry
Or have to try too hard
To find a place for me
Cos in my bubble
This world, I'm leaving behind
It's my favourite place to be

When the disguise drops
Under the bus station clock
Is where we’ll meet
With me tearing hearts into my ticket
While the sun sets a different shade

Well in this bubble I don't have to worry
About the opinions of the sеlf-assured
The have's and the have-more's
The Soho House crowd bores
I'm floating further away
Than I ever managed to get before
So if you never, ever see me again
Maybe I made it to heaven?

When the disguise drops
Under the bus station clock
Is where we'll meet
With me tearing hearts into my ticket
While the statue faces a different way

And your prints can still be found around here
Don't know how they managed to survive the years
At least the things you never knew
Can't come back and try haunting you
Cos the cut-off are truly lost

When the disguise drops
Under the bus station clock
Is where we’ll meet
With me tearing hearts into my ticket