Czech One

The train’s motion

Untidy echo

And she pants

She asked me why I’m here but I come here every night

Do you need to tell her something? No I need a place to write

And as the sea of darkness forms and casts us into night

You ask me what her name was called but I found it hard to write

One time I was impaled forlorn and thrown into a pile

I said you know where I’m coming from and she looked me in the eye

Loverboy you drown too quick

You’re fading out of sight

Is it the numb density? Can’t even look her in the eye

Where tiny men have been absorbed for questioning the sky

To when and where the stars were formed, that glance upon this night

Lightyears to sit upon and paint us as we lie

And to think it’s us she’s wasted on, can’t even look her in the eye

See I’ve found a new place to mourn, she asked me who died

Well if there’s a dark uniform, I need a place to hide

As simple as his faith had gone, the burning of the spire

And yet he still searched for warmth but it was cold by the fire

She grips me tight, she grips me tight

But I still rip at the seams

I can’t sleep at night, never slept at night

But she still sits in my dreams

I’m out of sight, so out of sight

But she sees what I see, she’s watching me