My heart is a night station, the trains took all life away to unknown distance,
a bad lady warming up in the FOMO's, a pulsing light creating some sense,
it's cold, it's too cold without you.
I think of your smile, you got a light charger, what time is it?
4.30, the train comes in at 6, spits out a thousand who got a job in the city,
brushing headlight and frame to frame.
I think of your smile, you got a light charger, what time is it?
4.30, the train comes in at 6, spits out a thousand who got a job in the city,
brushing headlight and frame to frame.
I think of your smile, you got a light charger, what time is it?
4.30, the train comes in at 6, spits out a thousand who got a job in the city,
brushing headlight and frame to frame.
Come on!
Come on!
Come on!
Come on!