Shivering cars wander in the rain for long hours
Turning into people and fading
None of them start up entering the frame of mistake
Disappeared or in the country that placed it in
Like you
Hurry through the streets of the tempest
Like you
Hurry through the streets of the tempest
You're gone
And I'm not really there
If it matters
I'm not really there
Turn and return
And I'm not really there
For others
I'm not really there
Oh lost not a thing to spare
Shivering cars wander in the rain for long hours
Turning into people and fading
Turning into people and
None of them start up entering the frame
None of them start up
Of mistake, of mistake
You can't, you can't
You can't, you