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