Trains

Hang to the telephone wires

That follow me through the land

The rails i recognise in my hands

I draw black dots in my palms

Give them names and discover

A brand new world

But no matter where i go no matter

I still catch myself

In me i can't invent a new landscape

I have trains advancing through my veins

I build stations and playgrounds for my mind to wader around

The nicotine and games i invent all over again

But no matter i go i catch myself

'Cos i 'm tired of looking out

So i'll hide in my world

All soft with words

Frontiers lost

In my things, in my eyes

In the touch i'll never find

'Cos no matter where i go i reach myself

'Cos i'm inside out

Tripping over my voice

Lost in my noise

Tangled in my hair

But no matter

I still find myself