Three a.m. on the concrete floor
Right beside the sliding door
Cold wind blows through the metal grate
The morning train is running late
Black leather skin on a dirty tile
Waiting here for a little while
Forgotten touch in the city glare
Hanging heavy in the midnight air
Stitched in gold with a subtle seam
Quiet like a frozen dream
Fingerprints on a polished grain
Washed away by a sudden rain
Black leather skin on a dirty tile
Waiting here for a little while
Forgotten touch in the city glare
Hanging heavy in the midnight air
Empty tracks and a yellow line
Counting beats of a ticking chime
One glove sleeps in a lonely pair
Scent of musk and a salty flare
Black leather skin on a dirty tile
Waiting here for a little while
Forgotten touch in the city glare
Hanging heavy in the midnight air
Torn edges on a nylon sleeve
Knowing someone had to leave
Empty spaces where the warmth had been
Now it's just a piece of skin
Steel wheels scream on a rusted rail
Turning white and turning pale
The clock hits four with a sudden snap
Falling right into a lonely trap
Grey light creeps through the tunnel ceiling
Cold hard stone with a sudden feeling
One last look at the empty space
Searching for a missing face
Black leather skin on a dirty tile
Waiting here for a little while
Forgotten touch in the city glare
Hanging heavy in the midnight air
Black leather skin. Left behind again.
Left behind.
