Got to get on it Bodies disengage, our mouths are fleshing over As hiss and echo gain, irises retreat into ovals of white The urge to feel your face, in blood, rushing to paint my handprint And Frisbee one by one, your vinyl on laminate I'm desperate for some kind of contact. First train home, I've got to get on it Got to catch, to catch, to catch, catch, catch the? First train home Temporal dead zone where clocks are barely breathing Yet no one cares to notice for all their yamming on, I calm up to hold it together I want to Play-Do waveforms in the hideaway I want to get on with getting on with things I want to run in fields, paint the kitchen, and love someone I can't do any of that here can I? First train home, I've got to get on it. First train home, I've got to get on it. First train home, I've got to get on it. First Train home So what, you've had one too many So what, I'm not that much fun to be with So what, you've got a silly hat on. So what, I didn't want to come here anyway What matters to you, doesn't matter, matter to me What matters to me, doesn't matter, matter to you What matters to you, doesn't matter, matter to them What matters to them, doesn't change anything. Got to get out now