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 And If birds could bend the iron rails Of prisons, of cages, and 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 She steels herself for the heartbreak Hopeless, Highness Empty all your trust As the doors close The howling wind through the tunnels And she'll glance back, glance back Sees her train on the wrong track And If birds could bend the iron rails Of prisons, and cages, 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 Scares her to death Scares her to death Scares me to death Scares me to death Scares her to death Scares her to death Scares her to death I'm a strange caveman For a girl in a cave Scares her to death Scares her to death Scares me to death Scares me to death Scares her to death Scares her to death Scares her to death Scares her to death