I am a coward in disguise
You will hear it in well made up lies
I try to knock the sphere of wise
But I am caught up to my device
Walking on tiptoes over my vices
Avoid setting them obscure at the wrong timings
I have an act up, kind of pretentious
Put up a brave face, being cautious
For time will come to test your defences
What we prepared is not enough, they are relentless
So it is the time, time to get up
Would I, If I am a coward in disguise,
Stand up and rise?

Every day on this train station,
I stand and wait for confirmation.
She's standing on the other side,
and lets her hair out in a glide.

Shadows spilling on the platform,
wind is blowing in my face.
Number 23 incoming,
she is getting on the train.

And as I stand on this train station,
she turns around in confirmation.
The train doors close, I wave goodbye.
We'll see each other in no time.

The air feels nice, the station – empty,
next train is scheduled, one of many.
A windy summer afternoon,
it's cool, it's quiet, it goes too soon.