I can hear the smile in your voice. 

The heart of the train is beating hard and I can feel it as I rest my head against its walls. 

She sits alone. Her job is to look beautiful. 

So no one will ever uncover the horror inside, there indeed is a great horror within.

It’s up to her now to be brave for all those who have cut deep. 

And she has wanted too. 

But the sun blazes too bright, sometimes you can feel its flame in the night. 

You are right there before me,

It is not so easy to fawn over over you, 

Like I can if you were a movie. 

There’s so much I wanna say, 

But we really are worlds apart, 

Worlds that cannot be broken apart.