Isaac Anderson - St Pancras

St Pancras, oh, you call to me
You show me things a man could never bring himself to see
A thousand memories

I cut my teeth, I grew up here
I packed up my naivety
I watched it disappear
I am alive, my dear

And, oh
You are the writing on the wall
And, oh
You are the high before the fall
And I
Am just a soul lost in a sea of blue and grey
And I am on my way
I am on my way

St Pancras, in the summer gloom
Nobody's ever shared with me the things I share with you
Nostalgia in the room

The times I learned to bite my tongue
The times I had to catch on fast to try and be someone
And the times I had to run

And, oh
You are the writing on the wall
And, oh
You are the high before the fall
And I
Am just a soul lost in a sea of blue and grey
And I am on my way
I am on my way

St Pancras, oh, you call to me
You show me things a man could never bring himself to see
I love you desperately

And, oh
You are the writing on the wall
And, oh
You are the high before the fall
And I
Am just a soul lost in a sea of blue and grey
And I am on my way

And, oh
You are the writing on the wall
And, oh
You are the high before the fall
And I
Am just a soul lost in a sea of blue and grey
And I am on my way
I am on my way
I am on my way
I am on my way