Feel the rhythm of the train, You trail on the platform’s edge Hoping for my hand instead of A fading silhouette. For I always knew, that when Our love was through after long lives run, We’d trail like the rail tracks Not knowing who’d won.
Don’t you wish it was clear? I’ve been thinking these thoughts for years now, No not all’s been forgotten. Don’t you wish you were here?
So is this why I couldn’t stay? Each word has found its edge, On the ground we know that’s Vanished and withered.
The moth leaps in the darkened room, And the dog lies curled by the fire. It’s cold outside. There she stands in the doorway, Snow on her boots, Red on those lips.
Don’t you wish it was clear? I’ve been thinking these thoughts for years now, No not all’s been forgotten. Don’t you wish you were here?
So is this why I couldn’t stay? Each word has found its edge, On the ground we know that’s Vanished and withered. There’s nothing left I owe, There’s nothing left I owe.
Behind two empty faces moves before us A voice we cannot reach. A frozen vision of a river rowed out, Out to the sea. I long for the tide’s straight line Out on the shore. A bitter line, a solid wall Never to fall.
So is this why I couldn’t stay? Each word has found its edge, On the ground we know that’s Vanished and withered.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
