Текст Mad Season – Locomotive

No sleep, you’re counting those falling
Turn white as a sheet in the face of the rain grown colder
The wild flower waltzing,
The locomotive crawling

No time to ride on the back of a beast such as suicide.
Johnny-come-lately
Black lights suit you baby

Too sweet, it’s there for the killing
Lie there at your feet, but the face in the mirror has grown older
A bell’s distant ringing, the scorpion stinging
Bells making noise, but your mind don’t care
Words screaming in like you 
?
there
Inside, inside
To the back of a train they call suicide
Johnny-come-lately
You know the black light suits you baby

Inside, inside
To the back of a train they call suicide
Join me,
Come meet me, you know the black light suits you baby

No time to ride on the back of a beast such as suicide.
Johnny-come-lately
You know black lights suit you baby