please, stay off the tracks.

I dreamed a train was created
for those with our hearts in far away places
the conductor
he lifs his hat and smiles a broken smile
but by then you've signed at the x
i give him 10 of my days, just peeled them off
my old age not yet lived
-thats what made the train run, you see-
what good were they to me anyway with out you here
and the Stealer of Days shouted all aboard

that's the problem with girls like me
we simply tear off pieces of our heart and wrap them in yellow paper
then give the pieces to any passing stranger with
laughing eyes and a forgettable smile
but when they leave and forget
the pieces go missing-lost
but not forgotten
remembered but not loved

so i'm afraid i'll be taking the train tonight
to visit the piece i gave you
I dream that soon the headlines will read
"Romatics die younger than ever before"
you see the train becomes our home and the conductor our friend
and we are a careless generation
we spend the weeks in stations
trading our hours 10 10 10 10
all addicted to that hiss of stream

at night we visit all of the pieces we carelessly gave away
and wonder how it would have been if we had kept them

The side effects of this fantasic addiction
infect us when it storms
Now i only sleep when it's raining because the train wont come
if the tracks are wet
and baby it's three Am and i'm lonely
the rains comming down
the train's not comming
and i'm sick of blaming you