The Cult - Gimmick lyrics
[The Cult - Gimmick lyrics]
Of a black train-a-comin', no love
From the heart of the desert, no love
And the rhythms of my hometown
My eyes are open, no love
Watching for the train, no love, no love
Just a breath across the ocean feel no love
If it flies, it dies
Flags into a pocket, no love
We're standing on a platform feel no love
In everyone a hook line, no love, no love
Against me making time feel no love
Whisper in the wires, no love
Of a black train-a-comin', no love, no love
From the heart of the desert, no love
And the rhythms of my hometown
And the rhythms of my hometown feel no love
And the rhythms of my hometown