Lift you up, the window pane
Slow start, growing cold
You can't avoid the rain
No matter what you do
Your bad times will follow you
There's a hollow you
Waiting in a single bed
In a double room
And it troubles you
Down, down to the pits of despair
I was falling
And I heard you calling like
A catwalk model on the train
I was like hey whats your name, tell me it