Rush hour on an uptown train
Doors open as she walks in
She's soaking caught in the rain
Her skin shines crystalline
Eyes meet, you know where this goes
Her keys in, they take off their clothes
They're soaking caught in a dream
Her skin shines like crystalline
The problem with believers
They'll let anyone in the door
The problem with deceivers
Is all the bodies buried under the floorboards
Sailors knew sirens would sing
From rocks off the cliffs by the sea
The monsters with waiting teeth
Their skin shines crystalline
Rush hour on an uptown train
Doors open as she walks in
She's soaking caught in the rain
Her skin shines crystalline
Crystalline
