Trains - Sharks

How pathetic this must sound

To a hope of finally getting out

How pathetic this must sound

To someone who doesn’t even know he’s bored of this town

Try to make sense of what happens next

And in the meantime I could have stolen a fucking car

Eyes wide on the heavy plight of the city alight

Beam down on the knife that burns bright

Lost all the fire to the church’s ill arcade

Don’t believe me when I say I’m not afraid

Another night arrives, slice open your eyes

I used to waste my time dreaming in-between lies

How pathetic this must sound

To a hope of finally getting out

How pathetic this must sound

To someone who doesn’t even know he’s bored of this town

Try to make sense of what happens next

I’ll wait bored on settled ground

Try to make sense of what happens next

And in the meantime I could have stolen a fucking car