Waiting at the station, impatience in the air
The crowds have long since disappeared and I'm still standing there
I'm waiting at the station as the sunlight slips away
No drama on the skyline, just a day that fades to grey
Waiting at the station, staring out beyond the track
The hazy beams of distant light shine back across the black
And through my feet I start to feel a pulsing of the floor
Oh, this could be the rhythm of the train I'm waiting for
We're crossing borders, painting pictures
Seeking out the new frontiers
Don't want to be lost in translation
Just looking for a road to peace
Dots on the horizon turning tricks with light and air
Eventually give up their game, but only near the end
And all at once velocity rains rushing air and noise
The time's come, no more waiting. Doors are open, step aboard
The silver step is shining, casting borrowed light inside
Imagination, memory and destiny collide
And in that moment on the step, two paths stretch out beyond
Playing out in parallel, to which should I belong
Frozen in the moment, doors are closing, whistle's blown
No more contemplation 'cause the time for that is gone
So instinct enters centre stage; it has a part to play
It triggers muscles, synapses; it has the final say
Moorby Jones - New Frontiers Lyrics
Moorby Jones - New Frontiers Lyrics
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Waiting at the station, impatience in the air
The crowds have long since disappeared and I'm still standing there
I'm waiting at the station as the sunlight slips away
No drama on the skyline, just a day that fades to grey
Waiting at the station, staring out beyond the track
The hazy beams of distant light shine back across the black
And through my feet I start to feel a pulsing of the floor
Oh, this could be the rhythm of the train I'm waiting for
We're crossing borders, painting pictures
Seeking out the new frontiers
Don't want to be lost in translation
Just looking for a road to peace
Dots on the horizon turning tricks with light and air
Eventually give up their game, but only near the end
And all at once velocity rains rushing air and noise
The time's come, no more waiting. Doors are open, step aboard
The silver step is shining, casting borrowed light inside
Imagination, memory and destiny collide
And in that moment on the step, two paths stretch out beyond
Playing out in parallel, to which should I belong
Frozen in the moment, doors are closing, whistle's blown
No more contemplation 'cause the time for that is gone
So instinct enters centre stage; it has a part to play
It triggers muscles, synapses; it has the final say
The crowds have long since disappeared and I'm still standing there
I'm waiting at the station as the sunlight slips away
No drama on the skyline, just a day that fades to grey
Waiting at the station, staring out beyond the track
The hazy beams of distant light shine back across the black
And through my feet I start to feel a pulsing of the floor
Oh, this could be the rhythm of the train I'm waiting for
We're crossing borders, painting pictures
Seeking out the new frontiers
Don't want to be lost in translation
Just looking for a road to peace
Dots on the horizon turning tricks with light and air
Eventually give up their game, but only near the end
And all at once velocity rains rushing air and noise
The time's come, no more waiting. Doors are open, step aboard
The silver step is shining, casting borrowed light inside
Imagination, memory and destiny collide
And in that moment on the step, two paths stretch out beyond
Playing out in parallel, to which should I belong
Frozen in the moment, doors are closing, whistle's blown
No more contemplation 'cause the time for that is gone
So instinct enters centre stage; it has a part to play
It triggers muscles, synapses; it has the final say
Writer: Gemma Moorby
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