NO DIRECT TRAIN [Verse 1] There is no direct train to this station, No way to get there, no way in. The station lives inside your head, Where every wire is broken again. There is no signal, there is no power, The neurons are tangled, shocked and blind. You stand alone behind the windows, In a place they never seem to find. [Pre-Chorus] Someone is always trying to enter, Trying to knock, trying to break through. But you don't want them, you won't let them, There is no road that leads to you. [Chorus] No direct train to the station of autism, No railway leading to your mind. No direct train, no destination, No way to leave the world behind. They keep on calling, keep on knocking, But you are hiding far away. No direct train to your station, No one can reach you today. [Verse 2] You live beyond the edge of their vision, Far from the noise of the crowd. Their voices frighten you, Their voices are much too loud. No, no — don't come any closer, Don't touch me, don't cross the line. Your world is far from the station called “Together”, Their world is not your world tonight. [Pre-Chorus] Someone is always trying to enter, Trying to knock, trying to break through. But you don't want them, you won't let them, There is no road that leads to you. [Chorus] No direct train to the station of autism, No railway leading to your mind. No direct train, no destination, No way to leave the world behind. They keep on calling, keep on knocking, But you are hiding far away. No direct train to your station, No one can reach you today. [Bridge] You guard the station of your mind, You are the one who stops the trains. No one arrives. No one gets through. You are the driver of a ghost locomotive, Running on invisible rails. You tore the signals from the towers, You smashed the lights along the line. The whole system has gone silent, The neurons are losing their minds. And there is only your world, Only your wires, only your sky. No passengers, no destination, No one gets inside. [Breakdown — whispered] Don't touch me... Don't call me... Don't come closer... Don't come inside... No signal. No power. No connection. No train tonight. [Final Chorus — huge, desperate] No direct train to the station of autism, No railway leading to your mind. No direct train, no destination, No way to cross that final line. They keep on calling, keep on knocking, But you are hiding far away. No direct train to your station... No one can reach you... No one can reach you... [Outro — almost spoken] The station lives inside your head. The lights are out. The signals are dead. No direct train. No way in. No way in.
