Morning Train

Nothing exists
Just you and me and hollowness
Walking to the deadline
Nothing is fixed
We swallow words like razorblades
Closer to the deadline

And there's so much I could say
But it's too late now [bad word] out of time
Between the doorway and the morning train

To dark from the light
Only I could find a way
Only I could guide us
To darkness from the light
Only I could find a way
Only I could guide us

And there's so much I should say
But it's no use now [bad word] out of time
Between the doorway and the morning train
And there's so much I'd like to say
But apologies don't fit the time or place
Between the doorway and the morning train

Now I'm going, now I'm going down the line
Now I'm going, now I'm going down the line
Leaving pain again

And there's so much I'd like to say
But it's too late now there isn't time or space
Between the doorway and the morning train
And there's so much I'd like to say
But [bad word] out of time
And [bad word] out of space
And this kiss leaves such a sour aftertaste
Between the platform and the morning train