When you're peeping through your fingers and afraid of what might linger as the night goes through the storm drains and the morning wakes you up from one more dream that you mistook for real life down in the subways where the distant sounds of coughing and the smell of cheap tobacco carries across the breeze that's blowing through the window you left open but you know that you can cope with what the daylight has to offer so you rise and make a coffee, a slice of toast and then you're out and as the day goes on forgetting that it woke you from a nightmare and the heart within you beats and feels like horses in a fairground
you see the ghost train in the corner with a man stood on the platform throwing ***** to knock down tin cans on a shelf that's far too narrow, the butler sees it all and if you drop a coin into him he will show you all the things you've never known.