On the platform of an old railway station I enter a dream
And a couple is saying goodbye through the noise and the steam
But it's just Brief Encounter my mind is trying to rerun

And I wait for the poignant finale but the dream has moved on
And the train has turned into a shlp that is sailing away
And the platform is a beach full of shells under silvery grey

And the girl on the beach is an English Prime Minister's daughter
And she watches the ship disappear at the edge of the water
And it feeis like the pain in her heart will be never-ending

And everyone feels this way in the beginning
And she watches the shlp disappear for the length of a sigh
And the maker of rhymes on the deck who is going to die

In the corner of some foreign field that will make him so famous
As a light temporarily shines to illumine his pages
Then the scene has changed once again: now it's moonlight on wire

And the night is disturbed by a sudden volcano of fire
And a skull in a trench gazes up open-mouthed at the moon
And the poets are now Wilfred Owen and Siegfried Sassoon

And nobody talks any more about losing and winning
And everyone feels that way in the beginning
And I'm up in the air looking down at a girl on a bed

She's lying asleep on her side with a book at her head
And it's someone who left long ago; was it something I said?
And I hope that she was reading King Lear but it's Twelfth Night instead

Now the girl and the beach and the train and the ship are all gone
And the calendar up on the wall says it's ninety years on
I go out into the yard where the newspaper waits

There's a man on the cover we all know, defying the fates
And he seems very sure as he offers up hls opinion
Well everyone feels like this in the beginning

When you feel that the pain in your heart will be unending
Everyone feels this way in the beginning
If you feel that the pain in your heart will be never-ending

Well everyone feels that way in the beginning