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, sh** 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 f** 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?