Night outside and light inside
Curve on the pane strange outlines,
A train’s flashed past oh so fast
But even that’s already the past.
The man through the pane feels his head with hands,
He digs the brain is the thing, shit is the rest,
I see through the pane the lights run away
And who knows who’s really on the way.
I wanna get up in time
And to enjoy those sweet, sweet crimes,
I wanna waste my time and to never count
The minutes, the hours, whatever… so fuck it!
I gonna get off this goddamn train
And when my station will show up I’ll wave you a hand,
Before then I see the faces run through the pane
And who knows who’s really on the way.
The man through the pane is in another train,
He seems to be quite a turkey, eyes full of keif,
But the train moved on, the man still remained,
Oh, is it me on this goddamn pane?
