NEXT TRAIN
behead a rose
and your heart Crusoes
and your bones feel light as feathers
there's nothing quite like a lover's leapfrogging
everybody is waiting for the next train
he beds a rose
and its heart explodes
with the flick of the wrist. a bat of the eye
or a cross of the T. you are yours. i am mine
in and out
right or wrong
black and white
expecting to see morning light
we draw the blinds to mortar lines
all aboard
getty up
pick it up
click-it-or-ticket forget it
change the channel turn the tv off
everybody is waiting for the next train out of town
we're pa**ing over every stop
we're speeding up conductor
a bouncing ball at sublight speeds
let's never stop conductor
it's all or nothing
all or nothing
all or nothing
all or nothing
i know you're listening
you're buckled for safety
but i think that maybe
this train that we ride
it's a slow suicide
for the hearts that we beat
to a pulp every night
everybody is waiting for the next train out of town
das - orrefors, sweden