The train blows its horn
while the wheels clunk and churn;
my soul aches and my heart burns.

Punk rock girl, why are you crying?
you look as though you're slowly dying.
You're hair is so greased
seems as though your heart's newly on lease.

...The night was long
and explanations drawn
but he promised to still be here
when night gave way to dawn.

He kept his word,
as i heard the morning birds.
I laid my head upon his chest
both in need of meaningful rest...

Punk rock girl, I see a glimmer in your eyes
you seem a little shocked and surprised.
He would never leave you, hit the pavement and cease you.
The love is deeper.
No matter the times you must say good bye,
there will always be a "hi"

The train blows its horn
while the wheels clank through
my soul smiles and my heart soothes.

Leave me alone, I'm lonely
the sun won't come out today
too much is loudly changing
but keeping me the same

Leaves are falling
I'm still crawling
aching for something to remain
to take a piece of you to keep
to stay

Leave me alone, I'm lonely
I don't want to play.
push me back into memories
take me back in the day

I want to feel safe again
warm in your arms
carry me to bed
say what you've always said
kiss me on the head
good night sweetie
now go to bed

Beneath the fiery lit town, a small girl glows
burning embers making a show.
Truth bleeds from her limbs, deep from her soul
seeking to win

His heart of course, bound with a lock
but she has the key to make it all stop.
They fit, clearly, despite the hopeless hub
can this really be love?

Stars raining to the soft earthen scene
dripping from smoldering lamps, their gaslit kerosene.
His eyes full of spectre and awe
hers swelled with hope in what she saw.

karmic-ly enchanted lovers from the start,
forever entangled with the vines pumping through their hearts.

"Where do I belong?", some man sings in his song
she can't seem to answer either
the question sinks deeper

Sick of all the tired quotes and overused anecdotes
They can't satiate her yearn
what is there left to learn of myself?

Her feet slide there and don't fit here
She's like a wolf with oversized ears
abandoned from the pack
left to follow dusted tracks

Sick of all the tired quotes and overused anecdotes
They can't satiate her yearn
what is there left to learn of myself?

A big bustling city with a little lost girl
Supposedly afraid of the world
Her bolting marine eyes search the sky
where do I belong

Sick of all the tired quotes and overused anecdotes
They can't satiate her yearn
what is there left to learn of myself?

Gentle and silent she makes her move
one click to capture their groove
forever impressioned on her film
the world has changed

Sick of all the tired quotes and overused anecdotes
They can't satiate her yearn
what is there left to learn of myself?

Her reflection, something new, confused
the man continues on with his song
They still don't know where they belong

Two birds sitting on a sturdy branch,
he says to his other,"My dear, how have i missed you all this time?
Always at my side, greeting me every bright morning no matter the weather,
Sing me a cheery morning tune."

The other says to her lover, "I sit here every morning waiting for the day you'll sing to me waiting to see i care, to know i am there. Croon me a beautiful tune"

The lover says to his other, "I can't sing very well but I trust you can tell I'll do it anyway to show I see you sitting there, I do care"

The other says to her lover, " There is no sound you can make that will drive me away. I am here to stay"

They join together
beaks flat to the other's, those two lovers

Gurgle, gurgle, clank
strong coffee wisps around the three
a liquidy black blanket envelops all they see
like stars to the moon they flock
night after night

guarding hawks of their own self story
yet calling for attention
gently imploring
their smooth reflection in the mahogany
burned by the cigarette ****
erased by the sweep of a hand

Every saint has a past
Cherry peaked and snow white pure
Each cherubim face is but a mask
Hiding away the evil they endure

Inch by inch the porcelain pretense cracks deeper
Spilling out demons from which their souls were molded
Flying towards heaven, out of reach for hell's keeper
Beating their wings against all odds, remaining golden

So you see, these sinners distinguish the path ahead
Leaping with a newborn's spirit and
Changing for the better instead
No longer fearing where they stand

Though the wake is left murky and dreary
Hearts of a new soul spot the light and travel unweary