Train
If the clouds deign to blot the sun
so shadows dare not fall
and the wind is kind enough to howl
then I can perfectly recall
I stand there with my eyes closed
just waiting for the train
and imagine that you�ll kiss me
and distract me from this pain
But then the cursed sun returns
drying the tears that warm my cheek
and I know that moment�s gone
and I am so damned weak
My fingers trace my lips
and wonder how they dared
to press themselves against yours
in that moment that we shared
My stomach�s filled with butterflies
my heart is filled with guilt
I felt like I could blossom in your arms
but instead I begin to wilt
I never thought we�d go that far
I never thought it�d go so fast
I�m still listening for that train
but I know that it has passed
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