Cult - Gimmick Lyrics
Theres a whisper in the wires, no loveOf a black train-a-comin, no loveFrom the heart of the desert, no loveAnd the rhythms of my hometownMy eyes are open, no loveWatching for the train, no love, no loveJust a breath across the oceanFeel no loveIf it flies, it diesFlags into a pocket, no loveWere standing on a platformFeel no loveIn everyone a hook line, no love, no loveAgainst me making timeFeel no loveWhisper in the wires, no loveOf a black train-a-comin, no love, no loveFrom the heart of the desert, no loveAnd the rhythms of my hometownAnd the rhythms of my hometownFeel no loveAnd the rhythms of my hometown