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