Stained Tracks
Faint tips of something we did
Like an old horror movie with no sound
Faint hints of your own brand of perfume
That you made last night in your sleep
Honey, keep your eyes off the train tracks between Cadiz and Sevilla
No miren la via
Don't look at the train tracks between Cadiz and Sevilla
There's blood on the line
And half of it's mine
Slow down, I'm in a rush to meet her tonight
I don't think that I'll make it before 9
I know I took a plane across the Alps but I swear
I heard you blow me a kiss from Lausanne
I'm drunk every Friday, same every Saturday
In testing old Eastbourne and bohemian Brighton
Ditch all your friends for a girl's distant stare
Buy her a beer and lie down beside her
But please do what you must
Please do what you can
To not look at the train tracks