Please don't forget me yet. I've tried kicking back the plan, I've tried. Turn around the railway track, you never gave my photos back, my photos back. I saw you in the lost and found, sitting on a mountain of shoes, a mountain of shoes, what more could you choose. You slit my throat without a sound, and you came up out of the ground, out of the ground, no trace of a sound. This is not a love song for you, it's a railway track. Yeah this is the railway track, and it's not about you.