The World At Large Alone - Stephen Duffy

Cindy, it’s over

Although it never started

I thought I’d better tell you

It’s over, girl, it’s over

Cindy, I love you

But we can’t be together

Maybe in the future

You’ll love me, girl, you’ll love me

The New Street train at platform 8

Don’t be late when our time comes

Until then it’s bon voyage

The world at large, alone

Cindy, so sadly

Replaces the receiver

Gets ice out of the freezer

Makes a drink and drinks it

Champagne, November

Rainy days, December

Are all she can remember

Of loving me completely