Argyle Square

I live in a little box room, just off Argyle Square
King’s Cross Station and all the cheap hotels down there
Where the drunks hang around outside the, the snooker hall and
And they shout at the traffic all night long and try to flag down cars
I live in a little box room, just off Grays Inn Road
And sometimes I wake up in the night, my heart palpitating like it’s
Gonna explode
At night I watch the ceiling for the faces of dead friends
I try to follow the patterns and make sense of
Everything that has happened
I push a ball of twin across the rooftops
Tryna tie up loose nds
I can see the stars from my window behind the
Blackened buildings turning blue
And there’s people on the corner get you in if you want
If you want them to
And I walk past the Great Northern Hotel, I look east
And think of you-hoo-oo, hoo-oo, hoo-oo
Down from the East, down from Angel, down Pentonville Road, please come
Around the corner by the white-washed walls of the Scala, please come
Please come, please come, please come, please come, please come
Please come, please come, please come, please come, please co-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ome
Please come, please come, please come, please come, please co-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ome
Please come, please come, please come, please come, please, please come
I remember Victoria Coach Station, I was
Fourteen years old
Sitting by the gate in a leather
Tryna read my soul
And when I crossed the river
It turned from brown to gold
Ten thousand grey swimmers, in the water
Rolling over, over, and over, and over, over, over, over, over, and over and
over gain
And what happened to the people that were there just a moment ago?
Huddled ‘round the edge of the
Station and the square and the
Magazine stands and the taxi ranks
And the woods are lovely dark and deep but I have
Miles to go, miles to go, miles and miles
Miles to go before I sleep
The woods are lovely dark and deep, but I have
Promises to keep and miles to go
And when it gets too hard to sleep, I go out into the streets
Down below
And we slipped into traffic, and the traffic slipped into snow
I wake up every morning to a cuckoo clock
I wake up every morning to its tick, tick tick tick tick tock tick
I read the headlines on the papers at the corner shop
I never talk to strangers; they never stop
I don’t wanna go to bed with you, I just wanna stay up all night and… and not
I went out to Argyle Square last night and I just
Walked, w-w-walked, w-w-walked walked walked walked walked walked
And I remember a room in Edinburgh in 1994
And I must’ve fallen asleep because when I woke up
I wasn’t there any more
But I found my way through the darkness
To the exit and out the door
I live in a little box room, and you’re forever on my mind
I live in a little box room, and I’d leave it all behind
King’s Cross Station and Argyle Square where all you’ve got is time
So if you wanna leave your little seaside town and take a furnished room
And come to King’s Cross and croon, croon, croon
I’ll see you in the northeast corner of Argyle Square at six o’clock this
afternoon
And if you see me in a little flat just off Newington Green
And you come upstairs and climb inside you’ll see what I mean
Laid out on the bed fully clothed beside me, you’ll
I live in a little box room, just off Argyle Square
King’s Cross Station, all the cheap hotels and the
People passing through down there
And the window faces west and
From there the river air