Trouble In The Engine Room

Tell me that you love me, dear,

I'd love to see you lie.

Tell me what it's all about

And look me in the eye.

Fire in the atmosphere and

Lights up in the sky.

Trouble in the engine room

For the man who would be fine:

Heavier hearts never turn up late.

It's back to the start, I'm pounding at the gates of hell.

Trouble in the engine room

For the man who's never there.

Give it time, that's all we've got

Left to spare.

Tell me that you love me, dear,

I'd love to see you lie.

Tell me what it's all about

And look me in the eye.

One above and one below

Closing in on me.

The great and small of everything:

An Entropology.

Always on time, never running late:

That's all that I'm not, I'm pounding at the gates of hell.