Last Train

(Verse) i have cold tiles right beneath my worn out shoes and the empty tracks are burning through my heavy view because i see a puddle glass and all the mirror cracked it is ten past twelve and there is really no turning back i have my jacket zipped right up against the bitter chill while i am standing here completely and entirely still the signal light is glowing red the metal is so cold and another foolish lie is what i bought and sold (Chorus) i am standing on a platform empty and my coat is far too thin i am watching all the heavy gray and choking fog roll in the metal wheels will never touch or slide across the rail while i am waiting out another freezing winter gale he told me he would come soon but that soon is now dead and the bitter dust is just collecting on my head (Verse) i have a ticket crumpled tightly in my sweaty palm trying hard to fake serenity and a broken calm because the clock hands seem to freeze upon the concrete wall and i am waiting for a ghost that never wants to call the track three iron smells of bitter rust and decay while it turns my every single piece of hope to gray an empty bench and i am breathing out my frozen breath just sitting here alone inside a quiet little death (Chorus) i am standing on a platform empty and my coat is far too thin i am watching all the heavy gray and choking fog roll in the metal wheels will never touch or slide across the rail while i am waiting out another freezing winter gale he told me he would come soon but that soon is now dead and the bitter dust is just collecting on my head (Outro) there are no more trains coming down this lonely line just a bunch of wasted hours and a lot of wasted time there is nothing left for me upon this dirty floor as i finally turn around and walk right past the door