Platform 9

Doors have now closed. The point of beginning.
Digits on black burning bright in the mute.
Shadows of waiting, the game we are winning,
There is no truth in this strange attribute.
Here on the ninth edge of the station,
Tracks curve away to a blind, empty bend.
We are accepting a new alienation,
Leaving our vows at the opposite end.

Припев
Platform nine. A ticket to void.
Currents in spirals, the wires destroyed.
We are departing to walk down the hall,
Where the deep silence will issue its call.


Glow from the screens falling onto the faces,
Everyone trapped in the vaults of their mind.
Memory wipes the old, broken places,
Leaving the remnants of history behind.
Hums of machines are dissolving the panic,
Pulse in the veins, and the logic is cold.
This isn't fleeing, the moves are mechanic,
Just the new era dictating the fold.


Down by the steps, into gray granite stone,
Pendulum sleeps, we are left on our own.
No timetables left, no compass to feel,
Only vibrations of voices of steel.



Припев
Platform nine. A ticket to void.
Currents in spirals, the wires destroyed.
We are departing to walk down the hall,
Where the deep silence will issue its call.


Platform nine...
A blind empty bend...
Platform nine...