Between Stations

Between Stations

I’m strung out on your floor

A film that has no score

Traveling on

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I’m traveling on your ride

Temptation is a wine so strong

It burns the tongue

Traveling on

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traveling on your ride

What’s left of what we used to be?

Love reduced to muscle memory

The sparks from faded stars

Each night

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bewildered side by side

We try to fix what we can’t hide

Without redemption

Seems we’re trapped here between stations

Motors running idle in a storm

Feel like a wooden toy

That begs to come alive

Traveling on

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I'm traveling on your ride

Against our nature

To throw caution to the wind

Traveling on

–

traveling on your ride

What’s left of what we used to be?

Love reduced to muscle memory

The sparks from faded stars

Each night

–

bewildered side by side

We try to fix what we can’t hide

Without redemption

Seems we’re trapped here between stations

Motors running idle in a storm

And in the dark

All these objects around us

Turn into the faces of people

That we swore we’d never hurt

I’m strung out on your floor

Not too much on my mind

Traveling on

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traveling on your ride

I’ll stay a stowaway for you

And you’ll be mine

We’re not moving on

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traveling on your ride