Did you see the trains go by?
Did you see the engines that gave me chills?
Did you make fun of your poor classmates
When you gave up these thrills?

These are the beautiful, the rose's petal
The steamship's muscle, the sleight of hand hustle
They're the deepest felt that do not get questioned
They're the pure aesthetic that give us direction

Like the softest skin, the thickest grin
The perfect pitch, the puppy's chin
The speeding train, the arched ceiling
The curving hip, the soothing shade

Do not be afraid

To let it take you without jealousy
It's guiltless pleasure, it's freedom to its possessor
Attraction's a treasure we cannot hold
For the sake of one lover deny seduction's hold

I answer to beauty, not weakness but reason
Not spite but seasons, not wrong but feelings
To the softest skin, to the thickest grin
To the perfect pitch, to the puppy's chin
To the speeding train, the arched ceiling
The curving hip, the soothing shade
To the softest skin, the thickest grin
The perfect pitch, the puppy's chin

To the speeding train
To the speeding train
To the speeding train
To the speeding train
To the speeding train
To the speeding train
To the speeding train
To the speeding train