05-04-2017, 02:48 AM
The platform is empty
as I stand in the rain,
my feet lined up with the white line.
I can see the lights of the Intercity
from Edinburgh, she never stops
a mad Celt weilding an axe
charging at the south.
I step out into her screaming mouth
through the windscreen
over the driver
resonate on chrome poles
slapping down newspapers.
The platform is empty
as I stand in the rain,
my feet lined up with the white line,
I hope they feel me this time.
as I stand in the rain,
my feet lined up with the white line.
I can see the lights of the Intercity
from Edinburgh, she never stops
a mad Celt weilding an axe
charging at the south.
I step out into her screaming mouth
through the windscreen
over the driver
resonate on chrome poles
slapping down newspapers.
The platform is empty
as I stand in the rain,
my feet lined up with the white line,
I hope they feel me this time.
If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out