First, the ground shakes
It starts soft, the quiver of a woman's thighs
An ever mounting pleasure tremor bearing on towards it's ******
But this is not that hold me closer moment. This is something else.

Second, the sound reaches our ears
The piercing banshee wail, the wordless cry of feeling,
And the cyclical heartbeat of wood and metal churning
Ceaselessly rhythmic
Reminding me of
(ba-*** ba-***)
That feeble imitation
(ba-*** ba-***)
Of your beating love
(ba-*** ba-***)
That you make with your mouth
Of putting my palm to your chest and feeling the echoes of longing
As you close your eyes and lean in to skin

Third, the silhouette of our stock still standing figures
The empty air of the future so brightly lit
I preferred staring back into the love-blind dark
This light is cold
This light leaves us nowhere to hide

Skyscrapers topple as
The city makes way
I make way, with one step away
From you
As the motion breeze begins
To ruffle your hair
We split
I turn

The train is coming