Train director calls he's aiming for the ceiling
Watch the gap besides your feet don't touch you'll feel it
Flashing lights along the platform where there speeding
Trail away
Don't mind delay
Late night feeling the pouring grey sky
Feel like i never wanted to try
Fazed out in my boring little mind
Dreams of our boring dream life
Dusty seats align the windows for my ride
Occasionally I feel sorrow flood inside
I haven't got too long before I reach outside
Blackened sky
Orange lights
I'm aware my dear
Clearer than the sky
Are you okay my dear
You seem to lose your smile
By the train my dear
I was almost in a trace
By the tracks it's clear
Waiting to catch my
Late night feeling the pouring grey sky
Feel like i never wanted to try
Fazed out in my boring little mind
Blacked out on the southern blue train line