Freight Train

Blue, red flies hang in the cold

My eyes leave it alone

Blue, red flies hang in the cold

My eyes

In slow motion, I can't stand still

Currents of colour splutter and spill

In concrete towns, a silent chill

A freight train moving against my will

I lose myself to earth and time

And sentences that do not rhyme

A misstep soon becomes a crime

In the vacant night

Vacant night

In slow motion, I can't stand still

Currents of colour splutter and spill

In concrete towns, a silent chill

Against my will

I lose myself to earth and time

And sentences that do not rhyme

A misstep soon becomes a crime

In the vacant night

Blue, red flies

I've come undone

I'm afraid of everyone