Czech One

The train’s motion Untidy echo And she pants She asked me why I’m here but I come here every night Do you need to tell her something? No I need a place to write And as the sea of darkness forms and casts us into night You ask me what her name was called but I found it hard to write One time I was impaled forlorn and thrown into a pile I said you know where I’m coming from and she looked me in the eye Loverboy you drown too quick You’re fading out of sight Is it the numb density? Can’t even look her in the eye Where tiny men have been absorbed for questioning the sky To when and where the stars were formed, that glance upon this night Lightyears to sit upon and paint us as we lie And to think it’s us she’s wasted on, can’t even look her in the eye See I’ve found a new place to mourn, she asked me who died Well if there’s a darker uniform, I need a place to hide As simple as his faith had gone, the burning of the spire And yet he still searched for warmth but it was cold by the fire She grips me tight, she grips me tight But I still rip at the seams I can’t sleep at night, never slept at night But she still sits in my dreams I’m out of sight, so out of sight But she sees what I see, she’s watching me She’s still watching me She still sees what I see The train’s motion Untidy echo