Sophie

The track is midnight blue, her smile doesn’t show, what has been refused, strangled by swaying men, she'll flash a lovely No, a dancing smile at best, she doesn't need to choose, to take their tales and show, the scarred lands of truth, that look is the test, she's young and free to bestow, what others try at best, the train and its crew, travel like the crow, outside there is a moon, warm themselves at rest, frost rims the windows, she knows failure or success, love won’t make her yellow.