Trains

How pathetic this must sound To a hope of finally getting out How pathetic this must sound To someone who doesn't even know he's bored of this town Try to make sense of what happens next And in the meantime I could have stolen a fucking car Eyes wide on the heavy plight of the city alight. Beam down on the knife that burns bright Lost all the fire to the church's ill arcade. Don't believe me when I say I'm not afraid Another night arrives, slice open your eyes. I used to waste my time dreaming in-between lies How pathetic this must sound To a hope of finally getting out How pathetic this must sound To someone who doesn't even know he's bored of this town Try to make sense of what happens next, I'll wait bored on settled ground Try to make sense of what happens next And in the meantime I could have stolen a fucking car