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