3rd Rail
With Every groan I am navigating turns
I am entering the city from below
And every image here evokes you
Everything evokes you
I associate you with concrete and dark
When I'm lost, when I'm sure
That I've lost you
When you slip back into the frame
When I dream that you
Are chasing me
With a knife behind your back
There's a comfort in routine
In the darkness of this train
The motion forward
That always leads me back to you
And the twenty four hours
Since you left my door
The sensation of your fingers
The way your silence roars
Your pulse is electric
As it snaps through my connections as
Another busy station flashes by
The welcome distraction
Delays reaction
I swear I see you on the platform
There's a comfort in routine
In the silence of this train
The motion forward
That always leads me back to you
And the twenty four hours
Since you left my door
The sensation of your fingers
The way your silence roars
I don't know why I'm so surprised
That my hands are so lonely
If those could be my hands
Leaving red fingerprints on the moon
If I could be simply near you
There'd be no need for dreams
There's a comfort in routine
In the darkness of this train
The motion forward
That never takes me anywhere
Of compromises
And hesitations
And all the words we could have said
Flying past the train
I am entering the city from below
And every image here evokes you
Everything evokes you
I associate you with concrete and dark
When I'm lost, when I'm sure
That I've lost you
When you slip back into the frame
When I dream that you
Are chasing me
With a knife behind your back
There's a comfort in routine
In the darkness of this train
The motion forward
That always leads me back to you
And the twenty four hours
Since you left my door
The sensation of your fingers
The way your silence roars
Your pulse is electric
As it snaps through my connections as
Another busy station flashes by
The welcome distraction
Delays reaction
I swear I see you on the platform
There's a comfort in routine
In the silence of this train
The motion forward
That always leads me back to you
And the twenty four hours
Since you left my door
The sensation of your fingers
The way your silence roars
I don't know why I'm so surprised
That my hands are so lonely
If those could be my hands
Leaving red fingerprints on the moon
If I could be simply near you
There'd be no need for dreams
There's a comfort in routine
In the darkness of this train
The motion forward
That never takes me anywhere
Of compromises
And hesitations
And all the words we could have said
Flying past the train
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Writer(s): Jennifer Mulvale
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