I'll meet you outside the city halls
I'll be standing on the steps of the hall
I'll be waving till I find you
You said "be there or be square, and meet me outside the hall"
And how could I refuse
Such an eloquent misuse of a phrase that I never would
In the back of your mind you're leaving alone
But after you leave, you'll be breathing alone
What could I circle
Still, by the side of the city halls
Five minutes is a month in the past
When no one's waiting to find you
People stop and stare at me outside the hall
In other lives we don't succeed
But the rain in Albion street
Fills a silence that no words could
In the back of your mind you're leaving alone
After you leave, you'll be breathing alone
What could I circle