Lyrics:

Is it because I cannot see you?
That you feel so free to steal
My excess baggage
Full of darkness and despair
While I fumble with my locks
You're content to stand and knock
Yet I know your knack
For thievery is rare
Do you know they call it arson?
Settin' fires without permissions
In my heart for sure
And maybe elsewhere too
Though your lack of inhibition
Captures my imagination
I end up a wiser person
Thanks to you
It's comin' to fruition
The sympathetic vibration
Your train is at my station
Within without
Within without
Within without
Within without
Within without
There is your flare for murder
There's a dagger in the border
Of your cloak and I suspect
A captain's gun
As you put to death suspicions
Kindly kill my fears as well
Exorcise and slay
The demons one by one
Though I'm usually pacifistic
You are mercifully sadistic
And I didn't know
That murder could be good
But the roses came crimson
Springin' from the prison
Of the floorboards
Where there once were stains of blood
It's comin' to fruition
The sympathetic vibration
Your train is at my station
Within without, within without
It's calming my suspicion
With soothing intuition
Your train is at my station
Within without, within without
It's calming my suspicion
With soothing intuition
Your train is at my station
Within without
Within without
Within without
Within without
Within without
It's comin' to fruition
The sympathetic vibration
Your train is at my station
Within without, within without
It's calming my suspicion
With soothing intuition
Your train is at my station
Within without, within without
Within without
Within without
Within without
Within without
Within without
Within without
Within without
Within without