Crowded by passengers and unfamiliar sights;
the hum of the engine, the clank of the doors.
Gliding away, further and further away;
this is what i need, the keep thoughts of you at bay.
But the more i recline, from the town we once knew;
the sharper the blade balancing above this thin thread.
The thread of a life, with all else pulled apart;
now conscious of the day that i let this all start.
Please fill the engine, we must build our speed;
I could outrun you, just faster now please.
Knowing you're there, hardly thinking of me;
I know no other way, so faster now please.