Verse by @kessler.groove

every train sounds like leaving from here i speak to the version of you that listens i am the last one at the party fixing the lights we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast

the sea does not remember any of our names i wore your city like a borrowed coat every train sounds like leaving from here nothing holy ever asked for my name

nothing holy ever asked for my name we were young and the light was cheap the sky was the color of an unopened letter the sky was the color of an unopened letter