A A A train went past the window A To interrupt the night Bm The waiting hours of morning A Seemed further from his sight E The wet wall by the playground Bm Glistened through the rain A And crying seemed as natural E A As parents always claim A Silence makes the memory loud A And silence makes me pray Bm Though empty hearts can beat as loud A As full ones during the day E Sorrow that a desperate man Bm Can chase away with light A Always finds his spirit weak E A When evening turns to night A The Kings Cross train slows down at night A When the sky is dark Bm Right next to the infant school A Opposite the park E Rain falls down on Abbey hill Bm Memories start to shout A As sky and locomotive E A Let the tears run out