In a Station of the Metro

I hear coughing in the coffin but I think it's just a dream
I hear mumbling in the moonlight and I'm fraying at the seams
The taste of death is sweet but it seems that suicide
Leaves a foul smell in your clothes that perfume cannot hide

People talk about it like there's not a thing to it
But I don't want to die because I think I'll live through it

Odd man out in a world of outsiders
A sore thumb on a broken hand
A foreign-lander in nobody's home
Oh but I can change my stripes on command

People talk about it like they'd ever really do it
But I don't want to die because I know I'll live through it

The apparition of these faces in the crowd
Petals shaken off the branch and tumbling to the ground
A trigger pulled and now my soul's been blasted off to space
A lesser tale of freedom told with no style or grace

I looked deep within myself and found the nerve to do it
Now the peaceful sleep of death awaits and I look forward to it



Credits
Writer(s): Jack Boles
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