I'm no Rasputin, you ain't no Rapunzel I have willingly fallen, and you have cut your own hair Thought we needed motion, at least until the war kicks in I go out in the world with you the last night of the burning flare Trains will follow trains under the dun, under the moon And I do believe that all that I can do is croon And I do believe that there was a morning that I saw your true love burning next to me But now there's ashes, from exquisite eyelashes So far away, past the border, past the turnstyle And even I know, and I do believe, and I do believe that there was a morning I saw your true love burning next to me But now there's ashes, from exquisite eyelashes So far away, past the border, past the turnstyle Sometimes I wonder if it is true humility For this humiliation Walking in the twilight, walking in the crows of day From this station of passion, I go