after the wishbone
I always used to feel like the train was a spaceship
I was in the green seat, weightless
You were on the opposite, doing the paper's Sudoku
And facing the light that we rose to
All other paths dissolved
After the afterlife, that was home
That was the temple
That was the ritual site of tranquility
Staring out the window at faded graffiti
Wake up at six, get the train into Birmingham
Mum sat opposite, to make sure I'm early and walk with me to Digbeth
Coach left at seven
Seven-hour voyage in a quiet little heaven
I was on the coach on my own I was chillin'
Birmingham to Plymouth
I was disappearing
I would change at Plymouth to get a train to Truro, then change at Truro, last train to Falmouth
The whole day melts in the water
So being on my ones was a language spoken fluently
I chose this wishbone, a path I ain't thought of
Didn't know that this was a comfort I'd come to rely on
I guess it's all bound by the routes you travel
I guess it's all about getting used to unraveling
An empty train ain't the coolest mind palace
But it's mine and I'm glad that I have it
No way home
I cracked the wishbone
Where do I go
Know that zone
I chose the wishbone
Nowhere else to go
I always used to feel like the train was a spaceship
I was in the green seat, weightless
You were on the opposite, doing the paper's Sudoku
And facing the light that we rose to
All other paths dissolved
After the afterlife, that was home
That was the temple
That was the ritual site of tranquility
Staring out the window at faded graffiti
I was in the green seat, weightless
You were on the opposite, doing the paper's Sudoku
And facing the light that we rose to
All other paths dissolved
After the afterlife, that was home
That was the temple
That was the ritual site of tranquility
Staring out the window at faded graffiti
Wake up at six, get the train into Birmingham
Mum sat opposite, to make sure I'm early and walk with me to Digbeth
Coach left at seven
Seven-hour voyage in a quiet little heaven
I was on the coach on my own I was chillin'
Birmingham to Plymouth
I was disappearing
I would change at Plymouth to get a train to Truro, then change at Truro, last train to Falmouth
The whole day melts in the water
So being on my ones was a language spoken fluently
I chose this wishbone, a path I ain't thought of
Didn't know that this was a comfort I'd come to rely on
I guess it's all bound by the routes you travel
I guess it's all about getting used to unraveling
An empty train ain't the coolest mind palace
But it's mine and I'm glad that I have it
No way home
I cracked the wishbone
Where do I go
Know that zone
I chose the wishbone
Nowhere else to go
I always used to feel like the train was a spaceship
I was in the green seat, weightless
You were on the opposite, doing the paper's Sudoku
And facing the light that we rose to
All other paths dissolved
After the afterlife, that was home
That was the temple
That was the ritual site of tranquility
Staring out the window at faded graffiti
Credits
Writer(s): Samiir Saunders
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