Damsel, train track tied
I have blades for your ropes
This tea stained ripped shirt
Masked in cigarette smoke
Hero, look up
Pull your face from my lips
Who here needs saving
Please swallow your kiss
Oh jokers and cowboys
And railway kids
Will run for their bedsheets
Made not from your ribs
Damsel, oh damsel
A worrying quip
Just buckle my bootstraps
Both hands at my hips
Hero, heed horses
Pristine and desperate
Please tell me who’s drowning
Which one of us swims
Damsel, doth anger
And tearaway wit
Displeasing, uneasy
On my lap, now sit
Now hero, choose carefully
Each words be your truth
Please, who here needs saving
Is it me or you?
Sick Damsel, you ruiner
Debaser, you cut
You selfish insulter
You penniless slut
Now damsel be still now
My hands on your thigh
Who here is the saviour
Who here still lies tied
Oh hero, truth traitor
Your soul up in smoke
My hands may be tied
But my true spirit glows
Oh damsel, still talking
Your words are your loss
Your hands to the track, tied
A train soon will cross
Oh hero, let trains be
For trains cannot stop
But men shovelling coal
Own hands God will not wash
Oh hero, track rattling
Nothing we can do
Tell me, who needs saving
Is it me or you
By Lucas Jones