First Train Home Songtext

von Imogen Heap

Got to get on it
Got to get on it
Got to get on it

Bodies disengage, our mouths are fleshing over
(Over, over, over, over)
As hiss and echo gain, irises retreat into ovals of white

The urge to feel your face, in blood,
Rushing to paint my handprint
And Frisbee, one by one, your vinyl on laminate
I'm desperate for some kind of contact

First train home, I've got to get on it
First train home, I've got to get on it
First train home, I've got to get on it
Got to catch, to catch, to catch, catch, catch the...
First train home, I've got to get on it
First train home, I've got to get on it
First train home, I've got to get on it
First train home

Temporal dead zone where clocks are barely breathing
(Breathing, breathing, breathing)
Yet no one cares to notice for all their yamming on,
I clam up to hold it together

I want to Play-Doh waveforms in the hideaway
I want to get on with getting on with things
I want to run in fields, paint the kitchen, and love someone
And I can't do any of that here, can I?

First train home, I've got to get on it
First train home, I've got to get on it
First train home, I've got to get on it
First train home

So what, you've had one too many
So what, I'm not that much fun to be with
So what, you've got a silly hat on
So what, I didn't want to come here anyway

What matters to you, it doesn't matter, matter to me
What matters to me, doesn't matter, matter to you
What matters to you, doesn't matter, matter to them
What matters to them, it doesn't change anything

Got to get on it
First train home
Got to get on it
First train home

First train home, I've got to get on it
(I've got to get on it)
To catch, to catch, catch, catch, catch the...
(First train home)
First train home, I've got to get on it
First train home
(First train home)

Got to, got to, got to, got to
Get, get, get, get
Out, out, out, out
Now, now, now, now