Credit Cards And Trains Songtext

Like the windows I am closing can't keep away that cold
Like my kitchen's just the place where you smoke and pan for gold
Like all the things we try to discover are already used a lot
And all attempts to stop the silence put us on the spot

I've been trying all the time to keep calm

Every Message I am reading is a little pack of lies
90 characters repeating one rethorical device
All the blueprints of my letters you are never going to read