the piano's this melancholy soundtrack to her smile

you are in the seat beside me, you are in my dreams at night

i should have been a pair of ragged claws, scuttling across the floors of silent seas

silver in the sunlight, you light-up my cold heart

grab your passport and my hand

i don't know what to believe in, you don't know who I am

as my train rolls down the east coast I wonder how you keep warm