To the trains go by
To the engines that gave me chills
To make fun of your poor cla**mates
You gave up these thrills
These are the beautiful, the rose's petal
The steamship's muscle, the sleight of hand hustle
They're the deepest felt that do not get questioned
They're the pure aesthetic that give us direction
They're the softest skin, the thickest grin
The perfect pitch, the puppy's chin
The speeding train, the arched ceiling
The curving hip, the soothing shade
Do not be afraid to let it take you without jealousy
It's guiltless pleasure, it's freedom to its possessor
Attraction's a treasure we can not hold
And the sake of one lover denies seduction's hold
I answer to beauty, not weakness but reason
Not spite but seasons, not wrong but feelings
To the softest skin, to the thickest grin
To the perfect pitch, to the puppy's chin
To the speeding train, to the arched ceiling
To the curving hip, to the soothing shade
To the speeding train...