Neon Locomotion

In a season damp and purple / On a train thats far from view
Sweet wounded vision / Immediate and new

We are carrying a protrait / Of a sky in deepest hue
Dark lonely landscape / A place for me and you

Rehearse old tribes in vacant lots / and cultivate your madness
A flock of birds from gulley's deep / beserk without a language

Echo the surprise implied / and tangle with devotion
Passions riot me to sleep / in neon locomotion

Music: Zabawny / Lyrics: Babbitt