Kirov Factory

Desperate, Fingers

prints on black and white

her hands tied

skinny wrists to the train line

trembling, Holding

fears she can't express

her eyes close

tiny fist in my hands, though

and she turns away, turns away

spilling tears on the subway

if birds could bend the iron rails

of cages, prisons, lies

and turn back time, unclip their wings,

regain that will to fly

as endless night returns to white,

someday they'll take the sky

cut all the lines, rise up on high,

like waking back to life.

sleepless, Frequent

eyes pried wide and powdered

for daybreak

steels herself for the heartbreak

hopeless, Highness

empty all your trust

as the doors close

the howling wind through the tunnels

then she'll glance back

sees her train on the wrong track

scares her to death scares her to death

scares me to death scares me to death

i'm a strange caveman

for a girl in a cave

scares me to death scares me to death

scares her to death scares her to death