Please don't forget me yet.
I've tried kicking back the plan,
I've tried.

Turn around the railway track,
you never gave my photos back,
my photos back.

I saw you in the lost and found,
sitting on a mountain of shoes,
a mountain of shoes,
what more could you choose.

You slit my throat without a sound,
and you came up out of the ground,
out of the ground, no trace of a sound.

This is not a love song for you,
it's a railway track.
Yeah this is the railway track,
and it's not about you.