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