Vārdi: Imogen Heap. First Train Home.

Got to get on it
Got to get on it.
Got to get on it.

Bodies disengaged,
our mouths are fleshing over.
(over, over, over)
Is this an echo game?
Irises retreating to ovals of white.

The urge to feel your face,
and blood rushing to paint
my hand print.
A Frisbee one by one;
you're vinyl on laminate,
just prefer 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.
To Catch, to 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-n-da deyo deyo da deyo
Da-n-da deyo deyo da deyy

Temporal dead-zone, where clocks are barely breathing
(breathing, breathing, breathing)
yet no one cares to notice for all the yelling,
all night clamor to hold it together.

I want to play--don't wait--
forms in the hideaway
I want to get on with getting on with things
I want to run in fields,
paint the kitchen, and love someone
And 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 too many.
So what? I'm not that much fun to be with.
So what? You've come silly Hatter.
So what? I didn't want to come here, anyway.

What matters 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
(I've got to get on it)
To catch, to catch, catch-catch, catch.
(First train home)
First train home
I've got to get on it
First train home.
(First train home)
Got to, Got to, Got to, Got to, Get, Get, Get, Get, Out, Out, Out, Out, Now, Now, Now, Now.



(Thanks to ScorpioQween for correcting these lyrics)