Long slender shadows pulsating in windows
While feathery curtains hide fountains of eyes from the light
A different disease in another translation
Though you don't understand a familiar sensation
But who needs to talk when you're caught in the flavour of night
And you, yeah you, with your ice cream hands
You, yeah you, are my friend
All that you want could be happening for you

I often dream of trains when I'm alone
I ride on them into another zone
I dream of them constantly
Heading for paradise
Or Basingstoke
Or Reading
I often dream of trains when I'm awake
They ride along beside a frozen lake
And there in the buffet car
I wait for eternity
Or Basingstoke
Or Reading
I often dream of trains till it gets light
The summer turns to winter overnight

The syrup drifts cross her hips
And obviously, then I flips
Love on ya, baby-she a wafflehead
The sea of crem is what I beam
Into her as her eyeballs gleam
Love on ya baby-she a wafflehead
Her sugar mound is what I found when
When I began to look around
Love on ya baby-she a wafflehead
I love her stuff, can't get enough
I'd rather die than treat her rough