Paris train

Now I'm sitting on a Paris train molten ash falls like rain
Fire burns the trees it's a beautiful fatality
Love the way you stand your ground sea moves as mercury
To break its perfect skin to dare to dive within

Sometimes, sometimes I see much more than is good for me
The first thing that's on my mind the last place I'd look each time
Sometimes, I slip inside the imagery and
The last thing that's on my mind's
The first thing I'll do each time