I hear the trains coming, the echo in the tunnel, the gentle roar, a roar of the underground. Is it what it sounds like, the innocent dark and the sweet talk of the slow? And I was afraid of you, now I've gotten used to you. Now you're ringing, I feel in my body what I didn't know before. Is it the two lifelines in our face that I follow with my fingers? Did she ever laugh that much? Did she ever laugh that much? Born on a Friday, kiss on the table, oh it's real danger. Born on a Friday, make a cross on your toaster, kiss on the table, make a cross on your toaster, oh it's real danger. And I was told to look away when I saw a raven spit three times when a cat crossed the street. I was told to be afraid of so many things. Now I'm waking my witch and I move like a cat and if I dare to look her in the eye, would she comfort me? Would she comfort me? Born on a Friday, kiss on the table, oh it's real danger. Born on a Friday, kiss on the table, oh it's real danger. Born on a Friday, kiss on the table, oh it's real danger. Never crossed any doors. Kiss on the table Never crossed any doors. Never crossed any doors. Kiss on the table Never crossed any doors. Kiss on the table Never crossed any doors. Never crossed any doors. Never crossed any doors. Kiss on the table Never crossed any doors. Real danger. Never crossed any doors. Kiss on the table Never crossed any doors. Never crossed any doors. Kiss on the table Never crossed any doors. Is it what it sounds like? The innocent dark in the sweet dark of the storm? Is it what it sounds like? The innocent dark in the sweet dark of the storm?