White Lines

White lines Have you ever been on a train going a hundred miles an hour? The wind in your hair and you feel like you’ve got some godly holy power Because you see things different when you’re in that mode Because your brains gone mad into overload Your heart is pumping like a bird in flight And you think things differently like out of sight An instant connection to the main frame selection All going to the cerebral centre there is no hesitation Then you wake up smacked up whacked up noises in your head You feel nothing but you always remember what you never really ever had.