Gimmick Lyrics - The Cult

There's a whisper in the wires, no love 

Of a black train-a-comin', no love 

From the heart of the desert, no love 

And the rhythm's not my hometown 

My eyes are open, no love 

Watching for the train, no love, no love 

Just a breath across the ocean 

Feel no love, if it flies it dies 

Flags into a pocket, no love 

We're standing on a platform, feel no love 

In everyone a hook line, no love, no love 

Against me making time, feel no love 

Whisper in the wires, no love 

Of a black train-a-comin', no love, no love 

From the heart of the desert, no love 

And the rhythm's not my hometown