For the one my window hides in its view... -
to enlighten me if my love's real, or that faith -
what's more bitter than the late spring -
i forgot to live, seated in one of their fucking trains -
yes i forgot to live seated in one of those -
and when the world is left i don't need an inscription to
remind for these things -
if it's washing away, well, you know what -
praying on one's knees -
before - bring salvation for every soul -
i forgot to live, seated in one of their fucking trains -
yes i forgot to live seated in one of those -
when in search of clarity, the way is lost in itself -
gone into its own walker -
and every shadow has its bearer of shadow -
every shadow has its bearer of shadow -
(a son with the thought of not standing his demise -
still afraid of getting a lethal disease) -
and the clauses they were, they were all without reins -
though didn't want to lose, didn't want to lose my heart -
somewhere in the mists of my blurred daily consciousness -
the thought of not standing a disease