Rumbling - Loquat

Oh ticking time,

They know that there’s trouble in line.

Not much to do but look at their shoes and

Wait for the moment of nothing or crime.

Until then, it’s a rumbling train

With conversation strained in a heavy rain.

Until then, it’s a hundred thoughts

Bottlenecked at the cross.

Oh ticking time,

Fanatic beliefs kill a man in his prime.

Left on the floor, so they know what’s in store.

All they can see are the ominous signs.

Until then, it’s a rumbling train

With conversation strained in a heavy rain.

Until then, it’s a hundred thoughts

Bottlenecked at the cross.

Soon, they’ll know it soon.

Keep hope in the room.

Soon, they’ll know it soon.

Keep hope, keep hope, keep hope

Until then, it’s a rumbling train

With conversation strained in a heavy rain.

Until then, it’s a hundred thoughts

Bottlenecked at the cross.