Gimmick
Cult, The
Dreamtime (1996)

There's a whisper in the wires
of a bad train it coming
from the heart of the desert
and the rhythms of my hometown

my eyes are open
watching for the train
just a breath across the ocean feel no love
if it flies it dies

flags into a pocket
we're standing on a platform feel no love
in everyone a hook line
against me making time feel no love
the rhythms of my hometown feel no love