I'm no Rasputin, you ain't no Rapunzel
  I have willingly fallen, and you have cut your own hair
  Thought we needed motion, at least until the war kicks in
  I go out in the world with you the last night of the burning flare
  
  Trains will follow trains under the dun, under the moon
  And I do believe that all that I can do is croon
  And I do believe that there was a morning that I saw your true love
  burning
  next to me
  
  But now there's ashes, from exquisite eyelashes
  So far away, past the border, past the turnstyle
  And even I know, and I do believe, and I do believe that there was a morning
  I saw your true love burning next to me
  
  But now there's ashes, from exquisite eyelashes
  So far away, past the border, past the turnstyle
  Sometimes I wonder if it is true humility
  For this humiliation
  
  Walking in the twilight, walking in the crows of day
  From this station of passion, I go