| Song | Torn on the Platform |
| Artist | Jack Peñate |
| Album | Matinee |
| 作曲 : Peñate | |
| Once more just before I'm leaving | |
| Torn on the platform | |
| Once more just before I'm leaving | |
| Torn on the platform | |
| Cos I miss you and I love you | |
| And I know this is over for mow | |
| Cos I miss you, ohh, how I miss you | |
| You're not my girl you're my town | |
| A weekend away, leave the city today | |
| Don't want the big smoke to leave me behind | |
| The train leaves at 2, platform 3 Waterloo | |
| 50 p to the tramp makes me feel kind | |
| I get a good seat, with a window my feet | |
| Are up on the one in front everyone stares | |
| Why do they care, like theres feelings in chairs | |
| Trapped for 3 hours until I get there | |
| Cos my eyes, eyes, eyes | |
| Are not dry, dry, dry | |
| As I realise, ise, ise | |
| That in a few minutes this train will be gone | |
| Sighs, sighs, sighs | |
| City fly's, fly's, fly's | |
| Wonder why, why, why | |
| Would anyone want to leave where I come from? | |
| Torn on the platform | |
| Torn on the platform | |
| Torn on the platform | |
| It's 1.58 wish that I had been late | |
| And missed the train and given them an excuse | |
| But what is the use, | |
| I've less slack than a noose | |
| Do or die stay or go what shall I choose | |
| Cos my eyes, eyes, eyes | |
| Are not dry, dry, dry | |
| As I realise, ise, ise | |
| That in a few minutes this train will be gone | |
| Sighs, sighs, sighs | |
| City fly's, fly's, fly's | |
| Wonder why, why, why | |
| Would anyone want to leave where I come from? | |
| Torn on the platform | |
| Torn on the platform | |
| Torn on the platform | |
| Like in a film the motion starts to slow | |
| As the beeping carriage doors begin to close | |
| Momenterily I'm standing froze | |
| Then I jump between the gap | |
| Land on the platform flat | |
| I'm not | |
| Torn on the platform | |
| Torn on the platform | |
| Torn on the platform |
| zuò qǔ : Pe ate | |
| Once more just before I' m leaving | |
| Torn on the platform | |
| Once more just before I' m leaving | |
| Torn on the platform | |
| Cos I miss you and I love you | |
| And I know this is over for mow | |
| Cos I miss you, ohh, how I miss you | |
| You' re not my girl you' re my town | |
| A weekend away, leave the city today | |
| Don' t want the big smoke to leave me behind | |
| The train leaves at 2, platform 3 Waterloo | |
| 50 p to the tramp makes me feel kind | |
| I get a good seat, with a window my feet | |
| Are up on the one in front everyone stares | |
| Why do they care, like theres feelings in chairs | |
| Trapped for 3 hours until I get there | |
| Cos my eyes, eyes, eyes | |
| Are not dry, dry, dry | |
| As I realise, ise, ise | |
| That in a few minutes this train will be gone | |
| Sighs, sighs, sighs | |
| City fly' s, fly' s, fly' s | |
| Wonder why, why, why | |
| Would anyone want to leave where I come from? | |
| Torn on the platform | |
| Torn on the platform | |
| Torn on the platform | |
| It' s 1. 58 wish that I had been late | |
| And missed the train and given them an excuse | |
| But what is the use, | |
| I' ve less slack than a noose | |
| Do or die stay or go what shall I choose | |
| Cos my eyes, eyes, eyes | |
| Are not dry, dry, dry | |
| As I realise, ise, ise | |
| That in a few minutes this train will be gone | |
| Sighs, sighs, sighs | |
| City fly' s, fly' s, fly' s | |
| Wonder why, why, why | |
| Would anyone want to leave where I come from? | |
| Torn on the platform | |
| Torn on the platform | |
| Torn on the platform | |
| Like in a film the motion starts to slow | |
| As the beeping carriage doors begin to close | |
| Momenterily I' m standing froze | |
| Then I jump between the gap | |
| Land on the platform flat | |
| I' m not | |
| Torn on the platform | |
| Torn on the platform | |
| Torn on the platform |