Railings

Ill press my face up to your railings
Ill listen, youve still got a little unused pain
A little hurt
A little further
Dont burn your hand on the window
If you just want to take in the view
Dont you bend my wicked mind
With your mumbo-jumbo torture
If its all the same to you
Its all the same…
Here we are, were here forever
Were gone tomorrow, why I might not even bother
But youre lovely and dark
Its getting darker now
You press your face to my railings
Ive still got a little unused pain
Ill shoot you down
With my good-luck paradox
With my teeth and my brain
With my teeth and my brain
My death, its holy and awesome
Its as common as muck on a spade
Im not afraid now
Im not afraid now