Railings

I'll press my face up to your railings

I'll listen, you've still got a little unused pain

A little hurt

A little furtherDon't burn your hand on the window

If you just want to take in the view

Don't you bend my wicked mind

With your mumbo-jumbo torture

If it's all the same to you

It's all the same...Here we are, we're here forever

We're gone tomorrow, why I might not even bother

But you're lovely and dark

It's getting darker nowYou press your face to my railings

I've still got a little unused pain

I'll shoot you down

With my good-luck paradox

With my teeth and my brain

With my teeth and my brain