Gimmick

There's a whisper in the wires- no love

Of a black train-a-coming- no love

From the heart of the desert- no love

And the rhythms of my hometown



My eyes are open- no love

Watching for the train- no love, no love

Just a breath across the ocean

Feel no love

If it flies

It dies



Flags into a pocket- no love

We're standing on a platform

Feel no love

In everyone a hook line- no love, no love

Against me making time

Feel no love



Whisper in the wires, no love

Of a black train-a-coming- no love, no love

From the heart of the desert, no love

And the rhythms of my hometown

And the rhythms of my hometown

Feel no love

And the rhythms of my hometown