And I Can't Do Any of That Here, Can I?

.
Need some fresh air.
Because i didn't aiming for anything.

Bodies disengaged
Our mouths are fleshing over
Is this an echo game?
Iris's retreating
To ovals of white.

The urge to feel your face
and blood rushing to paint
my hand print
And frisby one by one
Your vinyl on laminate
Desperate for some kind of contact

First train home, I've got to get on it
First train home, I've got to get on it
First train home, I've got to get on it
Got to catch, catch, catch, catch, catch

First train home, I've got to get on it
First train home, I've got to get on it
First train home, I've got to get on it
First Train Home

Da dum da deo, deo, da deo
Da dum da deo, deo, da deo

Temporal dead zone
Where clocks a belly breathing
Yet no one cares to notice
for all the yelling, all night clamor
to hold it together

Want to Play-Doh wave forms in the hideaway
Want to get on with getting on with things
Want to run in fields, paint the kitchen and love someone
No I can't do any of that here, can I?

First train home, I've got to get on it
First train home, I've got to get on it
First train home, I've got to get on it
First Train Home

So what
You've had one to many.
So what
I'm not that much fun to be with
So what
You can't see
So what
I didn't want to come here anyway

What matters to you
doesn't matter
Matter
To me.
What matters to me
doesn't matter
Matter
To you.
What matters to you
doesn't matter
Matter
To them.
What matters to them
Doesn't Change Anything

Got to get on it
First Train Home
Got to get on it
First Train Home
first train home I've got to get on it
first train home I got to get on it

First Train Home
Got to got to got to got to
Get get get get
Out out out out
Now now now now