פרוג'קט סטאטיק - Trains |
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Trains
פרוג'קט סטאטיק מילים ולחן: פרוג'קט סטאטיק I grew up near a train station, counting cars as they go by. I ain’t cryin’, baby, you’re mistaken, there’ just something in my eye. News reporter, on the television, tryin’ sell another lie, I ain’t buying all the shit they’re peddling, till the day I die. Dark clouds gatherin’ overhead, I can hear a distant train. Turn of the TV and I swear, I’ll never watch this shit again. I feel better, for a while, I think I’ll be ok, then you call me and you tell me, that you’re on your way. Trains in the distance, trains in the distance calling me. Train wheels screeching to a halt, Storm is brewing in the sky, The conductor signal’s warning, tryin’ catch somebody’s eye. You seem worried, for some reason, I really can’t tell why, I ain’t buying all the shit they’re peddling, till the day I die. There is a comfort, we’re all just flesh and bone, There is a solace in the fact we die alone. Trains in the distance, trains in the distance calling me. |
