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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 roseâs petal.
The steamshipâs muscle, the sleight of hand hustle.
Theyâre the deepest felt that do not get questioned.
Theyâre the pure aesthetic that give us direction.
Theyâre the softest skin, the thickest grin,
The perfect pitch, the puppyâs chin.
The speeding train, the arched ceiling,
The curving hip, the soothing shade.
Do not be afraid to let it take you without jealousy,
Itâs guiltless pleasure, itâs freedom to its possessor
Attractionâs a treasure we can not hold,
And the sake of one lover denies seductionâs 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 puppyâs chin
To the speeding train, to the arched ceiling,
To the curving hip, to the soothing shade.
To the speeding train...
- Album:
- The Lapelles
- Betrayal!