First Train Home

Bodies disengage, our mouths are fleshing over

As hiss and echo gain, irises retreat into ovals of white

The urge to feel your face

In blood, rushing to paint my handprint

And Frisbee one by one, your vinyl on laminate

I'm desperate for some kind of contact

First train home, I've got to get on it

First train home, I've got to get on it

First train home, I've got to get on it

Got to catch, to catch, catch, catch, catch

First train home, I've got to get on it

First train home, I've got to get on it

First train home

Temporal dead zone where clocks are barely breathing

(Breathing, breathing, breathing, breathing)

Yet no one cares to notice for all their yamming on

I clam up to hold it together

I want to Play-Doh waveforms in The Hideaway

Want to get on with getting on with things

I want to run in fields, paint the kitchen and love someone

And I can't do any of that here, can I?

First train home, I've got to get on it

First train home, I've got to get on it

First train home

So what? You've had one too many

So what? I'm not that much fun to be with

So what? You've got a silly hat on

So what? I didn't want to come here anyway

What matters to you, it doesn't matter, matter to me

What matters to me, it doesn't matter, matter to you

What matters to you, it doesn't matter, matter to them

What matters to them, it doesn't change anything

Got to get on it

First train home

Got to get on it

First train home

First train home, I've got to get on it

Got to catch, to catch, catch, catch, catch

First train home, I've got to get on it

First train home

First train...

Got to, got to, got to, got to

Get, get, get, get

Out, out, out, out

Now, now, now, now