Intro :
The l ast t rain is n early due the u nderg round is c losing soon
And i n the d ark des erted station r estless in anti cipation
A m an waits i n the s hadows.
His r estless e yes le ap and scratch at a ll that t hey can t ouch or catch
And h idden d eep withi n his pocket s afe wit hin his s ilent socket
He h olds a c oloured c rayon.
Now f rom the t unnel's s tony womb the c arriage r ides to m eet the groom
And o pens w ide and w elcome doors but he h esit ates th en withdraws
De eper i n the s hadows.
And the t rain is gone suddenly on w heels clicking silently
Like a g ently tapping lita ny and he h olds his crayon r osary
Ti ghter in his h and.
Now f rom his p ocket q uick he flashes the c rayon on the w all he slashes
De ep up on the a dvertising a s ingle-w orded p oem comprised of
Fo ur l etters .
And his h eart is la ughing s creaming pounding
The p oem a cross the t racks rebounding
Sh adowed b y the e xit light his l egs take t heir asc ending flight
To s eek the b reast of d arkness a nd be s uckled by the n ight.