Gimmick - The Cult

There’s a whisper in the wires, no love

Of a black train-a-comin', no love

From the heart of the desert, no love

And the rhythms of my hometown

My eyes are open, no love

Watching for the train, no love, no love

Just a breath across the ocean

Feel no love

If it flies, it dies

Flags into a pocket, no love

We’re standing on a platform

Feel no love

In everyone a hook line, no love, no love

Against me making time

Feel no love

Whisper in the wires, no love

Of a black train-a-comin', no love, no love

From the heart of the desert, no love

And the rhythms of my hometown

And the rhythms of my hometown

Feel no love

And the rhythms of my hometown