I'm just as lost as you
here you'll find many useless scatterings of the things from beneath my ribcage...
here you'll find many useless scatterings of the things from beneath my ribcage...
We’re going to take the train
Grab your coat, run out in the rain,
I’ll be at the station waiting,
All our things in a small brown suitcase,
My prized possession the smile on your face,
We’re getting out of this small damned town,
Never again will we have a reason to frown,
And on your shoulder where my head does rest,
The further moves the train does our love’s catalyst,
Sighs content and rain caressing the glass,
Happiness forever is on the verge, this our chance at last