Somewhere in the slovenian countryside.
We would make a great team you and I.
Here in this rail car, legs intertwined as we type away on our laptops.
My work is laughable to you
Your work is unintelligible to me
On overnight rides we can sleep in awkward positions our bodies didn't know they fit into.
We may wake sore and tired
But we woud be happy
Because the last thing we would hear as the train rocks us to sleep,
And the first thing we hear as it gently shakes us awake,
Is the beating of each others hearts.