Sitting so close
I’ve a lump in my throat
My jacket wasn’t made to be touched.
So don’t touch it
It didn’t happen that way
Did it, tell did it happen that way?

Sweat; sweat, on lips on lips on lips on sweat on back.
Tell me she didn’t look me in the eyes; please tell me she didn’t look me in the eye.

And the sweat surrounds us all, and still we stand closer together I always do when I shouldn’t bother

I need to watch the sparks laid by the trains
As they rattle on the dead beat tracks
I need to watch the sparks made by the trains
As they rattle on the dead beat.

Sitting so close, I have a lump in my throat
My jacket wasn’t made to be touched,
Why did they touch it?
It didn’t happen that way
Did it, yes and did you have to relive it

And the sweat surrounds us all and still we stand closer I always do but shouldn’t bother.

I need to watch the sparks made by the trains, as they rattle on the dead-beat tracks

I need to watch the sparks made by the trains, as they rattle on the dead-beat tracks

I need to watch the sparks made by the trains, as they rattle on the dead-beat tracks

I need to watch the sparks made by the trains, as they rattle on the dead-beat tracks

I need to watch the sparks made by the trains, as they rattle on the dead-beat tracks

I need to watch the sparks made by the trains, as they rattle on the dead-beat tracks