Lost Cause by Beck

charlie chaplin

the great train
robbery

broke my heart

in london in

1903
it was only faces
on the train

of people
not money (but still)...

i was sitting
on a broken
chair

looking in your eyes
i

made you smile    
(i loved goodbye)    i
cried it

like wolf and
somehow

i stood up
on

the platform
by myself
and

did it:
i

won.