Monica's Light - The Railway Children

Monica’s light’s become a falling star

And so it follows, you’re nothing to her

She just forgets that you are

You’re growing fainter

Monica’s light has returned

To the source of its nature

You’re emotionally divorced

From what you think of her

And what she’s after

I know

But I won’t tell her so

I know

But I won’t tell a soul

What I know

Monica’s light

Was given away to a stranger

It was abstract it was insignificant

So Monica’s light returned

To the source of its nature

She’s got sixty separate movements

For each hour

I know

But I won’t tell her so

I know

But I won’t tell a soul

What I know