7 Train Songtext
von Henry Grant

Oh the secrets we keep without even trying
No emergency calls we′re not even trying

Late train to get home to my bed
End a long day in a cold world
Realist foresight draining my head
Too sober in the sharp wind
Up on the platform seeing too long
Facts on my backside coming up strong


I think you've got it made, but then I don′t know you
I don't know your private pain because love I don't know you

And I feel that pressure go down
And I need that thing to go through
Got a pent up thing to pass on
Got a bad attitude to piss down
Up on the platform lost in these thoughts
Station departing ready or not


I think you′ve got it made, but then I don′t know you
I don't know your private pain because love I don′t know you
Oh the secrets we keep without even trying
No emergency calls we're not even trying