Train.

Fast asleep, fast asleep, fast asleep,
What do you dream?
Watching you from my newspaper
Like a moustache of hot chocolate cream.


Softly snore, softly snore, softly snore.
What do you see?
Tightly shut eyes, of pastry creased
I'm becoming your willing detainee.


Passing sign, passing sign, passing sign.
I've missed my station.
Empty carriage, closer now.
I don't think gazing is a form of flirtation.


Gentle breath, gentle breath, gentle breath.
What colour are your eyes?
Tracing the shape of your face with mine,
If you awake will we have chance for goodbyes?