Build rails in the sky,
Channels for our diamonds,
Some place to place our hopes,
To fix our heart when it wanders.
Be it beneath lingerie or zippers,
Moral ladies or strippers,
Inside a babies pinch or growing teeth,
An old woman’s hair or her wrinkled skin.
Build rails in the sky or in hell,
No matter where these treasures lie,
We’d chase them,
If these treasures are the sun and void.