Of black ink squeezed into a glass of water

And now the crowds are thinning out

Into the light down in the subway station



Here this train speeds underground

This train speeds under the river



And I will drift back to the slope

Some face unlit, there, stuck into the incline

Where I will sleep off all the noise

The soot accumulated, all my trials



Here this train speeds underground

This train speeds under the river



I thank you

Lord almighty up above

Just for sending out the F train to me



So thankful

For all the unspent love

That I save up in the jar of money



Your polaroid is on the wall

Stuck in the crack between the door and door-frame

Trapped in the middle of some laugh

Some drunken joke some friend of yours was telling



Here this train speeds underground

This train speeds under the river



And I thank you

Lord almighty up above

Just for sending out the F train to me



So thankful

For all the unspent love

That I save up in the jar of money

That I save up in the jar of money

That I save up in the jar of money

That I save up in the jar of money

That I save up in the jar of money

That I save up in the jar of money