Trains and Little Boxes
We walk along the tracks hand in hand
Nothing else exist
Just me and you
The streelights guide us home
In our little box, I watch your hands bring sound to life
The strings of your guitar bend to your will
You're beautiful even in silence
Your music is your voice and when you play my song, I know it's your way of saying, "I love you"
This could be us one day
Just me and you in our little box
But until then, I'll save us both
And keep my blackest eyes a secret
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