The Sandringham Line
Journey Beyond Regret: The Sandringham Line Chronicles
Lyrics
She's given it some thought
She has carefully considered something.
And it's giving her some grief
Contemplating this is causing her distress.
Could it be she's bored beyond belief?
Wondering if she is extremely bored.
By the time she says goodbye
At the point of bidding farewell.
She's looking somewhere else
Her focus is directed elsewhere.
Stifling a sigh and gritting teeth
Suppressing a sigh and enduring frustration.
At the open door she pauses
Standing at an open door, she hesitates.
It's grey and wet and warm
The weather is dull, damp, and warm.
Before the pending storm
Anticipating an upcoming storm.
Every now and then she misses horses
Occasionally longing for horses.
We're too young for regrets
We are too young to have regrets.
This is the closest that she gets
This situation is the closest she comes to regret.
So I sleep in with the cynics
I choose to stay in bed with skeptics.
While she pushes from her mind
She consciously avoids thinking about the Sandringham line.
The twenty-seven minutes of the Sandringham line
Referring to a train route with a duration of twenty-seven minutes.
The suburbs sliding past
Observing the suburbs passing by.
Stretching to the sea
The landscape extends to the sea.
Her fingers brush the glass unconsciously
Her hand absentmindedly touches the window.
At the open door she pauses
At the open door again, she hesitates.
It's grey and wet and warm
The weather is dull, damp, and warm (repeated).
Before the pending storm
Anticipating an upcoming storm (repeated).
Every now and then she misses horses
Occasionally longing for horses (repeated).
We're too young for regrets
We are too young to have regrets (repeated).
Surely we're too young for regrets
Expressing doubt about being too young for regrets (repeated).
I sat backwards on the train
I positioned myself facing backward on the train.
And suddenly the city was further and further in front of me
The city appears to be moving farther away.
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