Pill Box Tales

Electric line, racing time Fire down the wall Spinning around, the killing ground It makes you look so small Henna years, the stinging tears Flesh on the railway track The screaming queen on the TV screen Is never coming back Suffer no more Step inside and listen Listen to my pillbox tales Your special days, your winning ways You're living out the past You're lying lies and tying ties And running much too fast But you feel so sick If you run too quick and wishing every day Wishing you were all along Wishing you were years away Suffer no more Step inside and listen Listen to my pillbox tales Listen to my Listen to my pillbox tales Electric line, racing time Fire down the wall Spinning around, this killing ground It makes you look so small The henna years, the stinging tears Flesh on the railway track Jamming queen on the TV screen Is never coming back Suffer no more Step inside and listen Listen to my pillbox tales Step inside and listen to my Step inside and listen to my Step inside and listen to my pillbox tales