Is there a joke you need to make?
Is there a smile you need to fake?
You cut so deep, you hit the bone
She lost in sirkular wander
Threw out glares what seemingly in motion outside the train
Along with it, she guided stark firm by luminous force
The scenery shifted a dim cloudy
as the skies changing forth its clothes; most probably weary
She left far back her heart but she didn’t yet realized what’s coming next
Not until she made a stolen tilt; he besides ever so solemly undistorted
It amused her but left her wanting more in constant glaring
Finding an excuse of her own made okay
“There is so much still to explore.”
On the long journey of two strangers on the train, where the story first began
Is there a flame you need to light?
Is there a neck you need to bite?
Or does it take to guide you home?