the trains leaving the station and i can't say goodbye the whistles blowing loudly and i just cant hear your words come with me please take my hand and crawl right under that track let us choose to destroy ourselves and never look back i dont want fate to run us off road i want to die with my hand in yours im screaming for you as you step aboard and wave from the window seat silver sadness fall down crimson streams and i just dont understand what it all means.