Like The Trains, She's Never On Time

Like The Trains, She's Never On Time And Always Departing.

His Mouth Is On Me, His Hands, I Can't Wait And He's Moving, Already, Love, It's Been So Long, I'm Alive In My Skin, Again, Arms Around Him, Falling And Water Softly Everywhere, Never-ending.

You Can Forget Who You Are If You're Alone Too Much.

These Things You Did Were Like Prayers; You Did Them And You Hoped They Would Save You. And For The Most Part They Did. Or Something Did; You Could Tell By The Fact That You Were Still Alive.

Whatever Is Silenced Will Clamor To Be Heard, Though Silently.