Comes in a cardboard sleeve featuring portraits of the band by Matthew Hopkinson. Includes two bonus tracks: Autumnal Adventure and Cold Snap.
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Behind us the branch lines are closing fast,
They leave scars across the country where they wade knee-deep in grass
The roads were crammed with tired men who used up all their chances
We stole aboard the carriage to indulge in this romance.
Through the glass things are peaceful;
nothing seems as hard, but when we’re home at last
We will sleep in fits and starts and wake up tired
It’s always better when you’re leaving
Always smiling back at something
Objects in the mirror getting smaller and more rosy tinted.
Cranes rise through the dusty sky
Like hogweed on the riverside -
But you and I are happy as the train flies through the summertime;
Past oceans, trees and factories, we're basking in the peoples' glee
On daytrips to the reservoir we're lunching in the buffet car.
The endless lines of city blocks;
The ticking of the mournful clock -
They fade into the pictures of our sleep
And they’re lost under the silence of our dreams.
As the train rolls past another town
of redbrick, ashes, tears and frowns
you and I we sleep, while young girls till furrows in the ground -
They're dreaming of a place they'll never see,
Like mudlarks scrounging on the estuary.
All those foolish dreams,
Well we don’t really believe in them
But we hear the hiss of steam,
And the shadows on the platform wait for us
Birds of Oxford,
Birds of Gloucestershire.
And all those things we left behind
Falling in love and wasting time
We leave shadows on the branch lines
That won't know this life again.