Imogen Heap - First Train Home lyrics

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

Bodies disengage
Our mouths are fleshing over
As hiss and echo gain
Irises retreat into ovals of white

The urge to feel your face
In blood, rushing to paint my hand print
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, 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, 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
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, it doesn't matter
Matter to you
What matters to you, it 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
Got to catch, to catch, catch, catch, catch
First train home, I've got to get on it
First train home first train

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