First Train Home - Jon Hopkins Remix

Bodies disengage, our mouths are fleshing over

As hiss and echo gain, irises retreat into ovals of white

The urge to feel your face in blood rushing to paint my handprint

And frisbee one by one, your vinyl on laminate

I'm desperate for some kind of contact

First train home, I've got to get on it

First train home, I've got to get on it

First train home, I've got to get on it

Got to catch, to catch, to catch, catch, catch the

First train home, I've got to get on it

First train home, I've got to get on it

First train home, I've got to get on it

First train home

Temporal dead zone where clocks are barely breathing

Yet no one cares to notice for all their yamming on

I clam up to hold it together

I want to play dough waveforms in the hideaway

I want to get on with getting on with things

I want to run in fields, paint the kitchen and love someone

And I can't do any of that here, can I?

First train home, I've got to get on it

First train home, I've got to get on it

First train home, I've got to get on it

First train home

So what? You've had one too many

So what? I'm not that much fun to be with

So what? You've got a city hotel

So what? I didn't want to come here anyway

What matters to you, it doesn't matter, matter to me

And what matters to me, it doesn't matter, matter to you

And what matters to you, it doesn't matter, matter to them

And what matters to them, it doesn't change anything