Whirlwind Of Rubbish کے بول

When, when, when will we meet? When I'm outside the station A whirlwind of rubbish round my feet When, when, when will you come? With an army around you Will I turn on my toes, will I run? Will you strip the branches from the trees? For me for me for me The old life is over The old life is over When, when, when will we meet? Will you turn round and face me? The ship fallen far from it's fleet When, when, when will you come? With a handful of sky Paper thin Moon on your tongue Will you strip, the branches from the trees? For me for me for me The old life is over The old life is over