The hotel sign is smashed And your trousers are covered in ash As you watch the settling of water And the scabs on your hands Are not part of your higher plan And you wish that this stage would be over Oh no Leave it all alone Nothing is gained through rumination But consider the gaps That this life always lacks How can we ever find our station? Our true station Our one true station The knots in the wood Resemble eyes more than they should As you wonder again at your health And you consider again Whether making your claim Should be done via honesty or by stealth Oh no Leave it all alone Nothing is gained through rumination But consider the gaps That this life always lacks How can we ever find our station? Our stationary station Our one true station The gains that are lost The depth of the cost Can never be properly evaluated The height from which you fell The sweetness of the smell Will never again be recreated Oh no Leave it all alone Nothing is gained through rumination But consider the gaps That this life always lacks How can we ever find our station? Our stationary station Our complimentary station Our one true station