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
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
