Track 9 of the album Two Mugs · 2017
Quiet Pride on Platform Two
“A thermos on a cold platform and caps in the rucksack. It's about quiet pride in belonging to something.”
xinyao · anthemic folk · team-song folk · 3:02
Lyrics
Platform two, the morning cold, a thermos shared between us Our caps are in our rucksacks, our tickets in our hands You tell me what the dean said, I tell you what I dreamed of And neither one says goodbye, we both just understand Stand tall, stand tall, we did it side by side No banners and no trumpets, just a quiet kind of pride Stand tall, stand tall, the train is almost here We carry all the songs we sang, the campus steps, the years You copied out my notes when I was ill in winter I lent you all my pennies when your wallet went astray We never made a speech of it, we never needed splendour We just kept turning up for each other, every day Stand tall, stand tall, we did it side by side No banners and no trumpets, just a quiet kind of pride Stand tall, stand tall, the train is almost here We carry all the songs we sang, the campus steps, the years Some folks need the fireworks We had the kettle and the rain A window seat, a borrowed pen And friendship's quiet gain The whistle softly sounds now, the doors begin to open I hug you with my rucksack, you laugh and pat my head Whatever road is waiting, whatever lights are glowing I'll hear you in the chorus of the things we never said Stand tall, stand tall, we did it side by side No banners and no trumpets, just a quiet kind of pride Stand tall, stand tall, the train is almost here We carry all the songs we sang, the campus steps, the years Platform two, the morning cold Stand tall, we did it side by side Quiet kind of pride