[00:13.04]The last train is nearly due
[00:14.99]The Underground is closing soon
[00:17.11]And in the dark, deserted station
[00:19.30]Restless in anticipation
[00:21.32]A man waits in the shadows
[00:27.29]His restless eyes leap and scratch
[00:29.56]At all that they can touch or catch
[00:31.97]Hidden deep within his pocket
[00:33.78]Safe within his silent socket
[00:35.87]He holds a coloured crayon
[00:41.94]Now, from the tunnel's stony womb
[00:44.21]The carriage rides to meet the groom
[00:46.15]And opens wide in welcome doors
[00:48.26]But he hesitates, then withdraws
[00:50.62]Deeper in the shadows
[00:57.73]And the train is gone suddenly
[01:01.59]On wheels clicking silently
[01:05.51]Like a gently tapping litany
[01:09.12]And he holds his crayon rosary
[01:12.23]Tighter in his hand
[01:17.30]Now, from his pocket quickly flashes
[01:19.52]The crayon on the wall he slashes
[01:21.62]Deep upon the advertising
[01:23.54]A single-worded poem comprised of
[01:25.69]Four letters
[01:29.41]And his heart is laughin', screamin', poundin'
[01:31.60]The poem across the tracks reboundin'
[01:33.71]Shadowed by the exit light
[01:35.53]His legs take their ascending flight
[01:37.63]To seek the breast of darkness and be suckled by the night