The Kissing Room Songtext
von Hannah Rose Platt

In the kissing room, grand central
The end of war′s in bloom
Waiting in a cloud
Of mixed emotions and perfume
Perfectly arranged
Welcome home bouquets
Of hopeful sisters, daughters, wives and mothers

Teetering on tiptoes
Underneath the clock
Butterflies every time
I think it's you I spot
Fresh green uniforms
No familiar face
Tears and lovers running
Hurried heels applaud as they


Embrace
The way we did
A trembling goodbye
Each breaking a promise not to cry
Lips on my forehead
My hands on your cheeks
Is this how you remember me?

Sounds of bullets and hearts breaking
In my ears as I roam
Round the shoeshine boy still sleeping
Near a booth of telephones
As empty
As the pockets
Of the beggar at the door
Who seems to gaze right through me
And doesn′t hear me call your

Name, the way I did
Into the whispering stones
Every night in vain
To bring you home
In the blue dress you love
My curls pinned up high
Just as you remember me


In the kissing room, grand central
There's no announcement board
No walls now, just a flower stand
Time has it all transformed
Shifting into focus
A slow familiar stride
And a smile I recognise
Inside the maze of lines

Etched across your face
Collecting happy tears
It's you, who went on living all these years
At last we will catch
The train when it leaves
First won′t you, please
Kiss me
In the kissing room