I can tell from the breaths
as they beat at my chest,
that I'm likely to be getting into trouble.

I can tell from the shape
of her dress as it snakes
over limbs that I know
only too well to take.

Hold on to the days when the train pulls away;
hold on to the magic that you wanted.
When the lump in her throat
is like 'Murder, She Wrote'
where the bad guys speak first and then shoot.

Lyrics submitted by woahjimmy, edited by davidporges

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