I'm no Rasputin, you ain't no Rapunzel

I have willingly fallen, and you have cut your own hair

Thought we needed motion, at least until the war kicks in

I go out in the world with you the last night of the burning flare



Trains will follow trains under the dun, under the moon

And I do believe that all that I can do is croon

And I do believe that there was a morning that I saw your true love

burning

next to me



But now there's ashes, from exquisite eyelashes

So far away, past the border, past the turnstyle

And even I know, and I do believe, and I do believe that there was a morning

I saw your true love burning next to me



But now there's ashes, from exquisite eyelashes

So far away, past the border, past the turnstyle

Sometimes I wonder if it is true humility

For this humiliation



Walking in the twilight, walking in the crows of day

From this station of passion, I go