in transit Lyrics

Imagine if my first thought

On a cold drive south to the city

Wasn't another damsel daydream of intimacy

Another heartache hero rescue

Another cry into your shoulder

Another "hush, it's fine, come lie with me a while"

Instead, I film private movies

In which I am your first thought

In which I'm lover, neighbour, everything

And I hold my own hand

Skin on glove, fingers laced together

To make sure it feels different this time

My wishful school-bus thought is your attention

Your fingers on my wrist, searching for a pulse

Your hands that graze my forearm as you pull up on the blanket

And tell me "everything looks different in the sun"

I make do with self-acceptance

A little prayer and absolution

It's fine, because it never truly happened

So I'll live for public transit

For my cold drives south to the city

And I'll hold my gloved hand tightly, and with tenderness

And I'll cling to secret grief of recognition

My empty fingers searching for a pulse

And I'll wait for someone's song to break the silence

And tell me "everything looks different in the sun"