Catch that train at sea, it seems all lines gather to spell there's nothing for you here. there where automated people say could this be my own x-ray..they say you've gotten low, you're not something, not something that lasts, dare I say a recipe of one part want and two parts distaste.  Catch that train at sea it seems those withered hands are clocks to me showing all the days. Catch that train at sea, it seems all lines gather to spell there's nothing for you here. there where automated people say could this be my own x-ray...they say you've gotten low, you're not something, not something that lasts, dare I say a recipe of one part want and two parts distaste. ain't it a shame.