Ben Watt

Empty Bottles
Crippled anger from a crippled brain Crippled footsteps through a crippled train Bloody headwound leaves a bloody stain On a raincoat smelling from the rain It's the last train, it's the last train home It's the last train, it's the last train home Knees together handbag nicely perched Her dateline boyfriend left her in the lurch Through the window she keeps her constant stare Which is funny because there's nothing there It's the last train, it's the last train home It's the last train, it's the last train home The carriage lurches like the drunken man Swaying sideways through the wasteland While never flinching the wheels keep tight reign Like the girl, like the girl, staring through the pain It's the last train, it's the last train home It's the last train, it's the last train home But is that any comfort, is that any comfort? But is that any comfort, is that any comfort? (Thanks to Hannah for these lyrics) From Letras Mania