Train to Area 18

[Verse 1] Plastic seat Cold on my back Vendors shout Through the metal cracks Neon adverts smear On the dusty glass Every tunnel joint Makes the carriage shake [Chorus] On the train to Area 18 Face in the window Glow on my cheeks All my old lives Stacked in this seat Rolling past ruins Toward a brand-new street On the train to Area 18 Breathing in rust Exhaling a dream If it all resets Then let it be clean Let it be clean On the way to eighteen [Verse 2] Ticket code flickers Half erased name Guard scans fast Never says a thing Your last message Buzzing in my sleeve “Call me when you land” But I might not ring [Chorus] On the train to Area 18 Face in the window Glow on my cheeks All my old lives Stacked in this seat Rolling past ruins Toward a brand-new street On the train to Area 18 Breathing in rust Exhaling a dream If it all resets Then let it be clean Let it be clean On the way to eighteen