Lapse (The)
The Speeding Train
To the trains go by, to the engines that gave me chills.
To make fun of your poor classmates,
you gave up these thrills
These are the beautiful, the rose's petal.
The steamship's muscle, the sleight of hand hustle.
They're the deepest felt that do not get questioned.
They're the pure aesthetic that give us direction.
They're the softest skin, the thickest grin, the perfect pitch, the puppy's chin.
The speeding train, the arched ceiling,
Songtextethe curving hip, the soothing shade.
Do not be afraid to let it take you without jealousy, it's guiltless pleasure, it's freedom to its possessor
Attraction's a treasure we can not hold,
and the sake of one lover denies seduction's hold.
I answer to beauty, not weakness but reason, not spite but seasons, not wrong but feelings.
To the softest skin, to the thickest grin, to the perfect pitch, to the puppy's chin
To the speeding train, to the arched ceiling, to the curving hip, to the soothing shade.
To the speeding train...
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