The Lapse - The Speeding Train lyrics

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...