The Metro - Rabbit Junk

I'm alone, sitting with my broken glass

My four walls follow me through my past

I was on a Paris train

I emerged in London rain

And you waiting there swimming through apologies

I remember searching for the perfect words

I was hoping you might change your mind

I remember the soldier standing next to me

Riding on the Metro

I was smiling as you took my hand

Saw the mood we spoke in France

You were passed as shallow word

It isn't passed there's still a hurt

You were passed as shallow word

It isn't passed there's still a hurt

I can see you now smiling as I pulled away..

sorry

I remember the letter wrinkled in my hand

"I'll love you always" filled my eyes

I remember the night we walked along the Seine

Riding on the Metro

I remember a feeling coming over me

The soldier turned, then walked away

Fuck you for loving me

Riding on the Metro