tasting you in rain I walk down to the train
 try not to look down
 this day could some day be an anniversary
 everything is light and sound
 facing forwards going slowly wait for you to show me
 where this train wants to go
 living by the hour I stop for every flower
 everything is soft and slow
 now all these tastes improve through the view [bad word] with you
 like they handed me my life
 for the first time it felt right
 thank you for making me see there's a life in me
 it was dying to get out
 holding you we make two spoons beneath an April moon
 everything is soft and sweet
 this cigarette it could seduce
 a nation with its smoke
 crawling down my tired throat
 scratches part of me that's purring
 softly stirring
 I'm a captain of industry smoking famously
 feet up on the windowsill
 looking at all these trees I feel affinity with
 everything so soft and still
 budding at my fingertips
 touching you I start to bloom
 alive with trains and passing ships
 soft and sweet along your lips now
 I go "oh wow"
 thank you for taking me from my monastery
 I was dying to get out
 with tears of gratitude
 I like my latitude
 cross town train to you
 now all these tastes improve
 through the view [bad word] with you
 like they handed me my life for the first time it felt worth it
 like I deserved it